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When Donghun woke up, it was early morning, with sun peeking from the clouds on the left sky from where he stood. With a narrow shine of light, the darkness on the clouds seemed to fade away at instant. However, the movement on the sky is invisible, producing stillness of the background. The windmill stood alone, like a heroic figure of the place. It stood sturdy on the field with symmetrical pole and thin, but steady propellers. Dark Green bushes and trees stand compact, surrounding the windmill. The windmill face the river side, where the grey river reflects the emptiness of the place.

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Looking down I can see the calm sea water gently splashing against the old wooden bulkhead. The water is dark, and it changes color according to the light. When I look up the grey cloud is slowly floating. It feels like its gonna rain any second yet on the far side there`s light and sun. There are ladies going towards the dock behind the deep dark black and dark green color trees. Behind the trees, there's a huge windmill, not moving. Next, to the windmill there's an house with a steep orange roof , there are grey clouds hovering over it. On the left, in the sea there's a small boat with old white sail slowly gliding through the calm water.

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From where I stood I could see the small dark lake which its waves gently hit the land. The land above the chore of the lake was slanted and there where people walking on near the edge of it. Behind the people the background mainly consisted of trees and bushes which blended together into a bub of different shades of green. Over the trees clearly sticking out there was a red roof even tho the roof was further away in the background the red stuff out from all the green form the trees and the bushes that were in front of it. It looked like the people were walking towards the windmill which was tall and although it was old it looked very strong and sturdy.

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From where I stood, I saw the murky grey and brown waves gently moving back and forth. I saw  logs of wood reinforcing the land and  weeds emerging, shooting out of it. Further there are three women standing on uneven land, full of dispersed grass and shrubs, which are in a dark green shade. In the middle ground there is large, strong, and sturdy windmill, which stands tall through the winds. Around it on the bottom, there are massive trees branching out it in all directions. There's a sea of trees, leaves and branches, like a moat protecting a castle. IN the water there is a boat with its sails up moving through the water with the help of the wind. In the sky it all consists of grey and blue. The huge fluffy clouds comparable to cotton fill up most of what used to be a blue sky.

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The dark path brings me to a clouded scene. Through the small openings between the thick layers, the uneven light barely lights the land down below. However, emerging out of the darkened ground, the windmill stands tall and heroic, its wide blades extending fourways in a broad ‘X’. The glimpse of the village can just be made out. A house roof pops out from the trees, seemingly shielding the milkmaids way ahead who are tightly packed. They exchange hushed whispers. What separates me from the foreign land is a small bridge above the lake connecting to the path. Either of its sides are lined with upright fencing, as if entering this area is a violation. The small waves in the water below continue to crash against the fencing one after another. The rest of the body of water, though, seems undisturbed. It smoothly reflects what’s on its surface. Upon closer inspection, though, the scene is rather still: minimal water movement, human interaction, and not a single twitch of the windmill blades. This is, until I see the ship loaded with unwelcome bodies zoning into the land in the distance.

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In front of me on the log-reinforced coast are three women staring out at the vast expanse of water, lost in thought. To their right and up the hill was the prominent figure of the landscape: the conspicuous spinning windmill. Its worn-down yet sturdy brick exterior walls show the history that resides in this village. The bottom of the mill sits in the sea of leaves and branches from the trees below. Just slightly visible above the canopy are the tiled roofs of the village houses. Further above that was the grey, gloomy sky. The thickening dark clouds cast a depressing shadow on the entire scenery, making dreary and bleak. As I turn my head to the left to look at the rest of the waterscape, I see two becalmed small boats, masts motionless. Their only movement came from the small waves that would emerge every so often from the murky lake. In the far distance where the water ends and the land starts, we see the sun casting light on the flat, green plain.

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I stood near the murky waters of the lake. On my right was the land and on my left lake carried on. The surface of the water was serene, with gentle waves rocking back and forth, closer and closer to the land. Farther out into a lake is a boat slowly floating away. The vague silhouettes of people can be seen aboard, but they’re too far away make out clearly. On land, three women tread through the rough ground as they make their way to the windmill in the distance. It stands heroically above everything below, so high it almost confronts the clouds. The lush green trees surrounding the mill are cast in shadows with only a few rays of sun peeking through the dark clouds. Up above fluffy gray clouds cover the sky, leaving just enough space to make out the blue behind. The sun is nowhere to be seen, which is why the ground is cast in an solemn light. Far in the distance, roofs of tiny houses can be seen, suggesting there is a town nearby.

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The body of water curves into the muddy, shrubby shore blocked off by wooden fence. In front of me, a plank stands in the middle of an opening in the fence. A couple circular steps slope downwards from the path through the fence door. Beyond the fence stands three women hooded in white and bright colors that contrast starkly with the dull scenery that surrounds them. They walk on a dark, grey dirt path that is heading towards a pier with two pylons piercing out of the ground. Around there, men stand preparing for a sailboat heading in from the middle ground. A thin wooden cross holds up a dull translucent white sail. Many men stand on the deck of the sailboat surrounded by other small wooden boats all heading towards the pier. By the right side of the dirt path is a grand windmill standing tall and looming above everything in the landscape. The base of the windmill is surrounded by dark green shrubbery with slight hints of orange flowers poking through. The windmill takes a strong, heroic stance and shines in front of the dark gloomy sky. The tan colored roof of a building sits on the right of the cylindrical structure while a majestic castle can be seen further in the background. As the river stretches beyond the eye’s view, more of the densely grey clouded sky is revealed above a flat green field.

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From where I stood, I saw in the foreground a gloomy patch of grass which extended towards a small calm bay to the left, which contained brooding and grey water. Further out in front of me, there was an old and decrepit wooden fence which stood strong against the burden of time. A shallow slope lead around to the left, where three people stood. Their heads were covered, and they were wearing simple white dresses. They were looking upwards to the left and further away towards a majestic and heroic windmill which stood proud over the landscape. Approximately halfway up the windmill was a wooden platform with a railing, upon which a gloomy and mysterious figure stood, despite being on the lit side of the windmill. Beyond the windmill to the right was a small house with a chimney and a red roof, which was partially obscured by a dense coat of trees which surround the house and the base of the windmill. Beyond the house was a distant grey building upon a small hill. From the left of the trees near the base of the windmill was a small church with a spire. To the left of that were two large pylons which were situated amongst a rudimentary dock, where several hidden figures can be seen working. Beyond the docks, two small dwellings were partially concealed by the trees, which taper off to the left. This lead to a flat area beside the water, which a small canoe with an unknown person was heading towards. Upon the lighter and more hopeful part of the water was another empty canoe and a large sailboat. The sails were slack and it appears to be moored in the bay. Beyond the boat was a flat green area which stretches off into the distance.