"In the still of the morning, the wide girdle of sleeping waters flowed almost imperceptibly. The placid Ebre, calm, fatigued
of landscapes and light, after crossing so many countries and
making happy so many people, approached the sea [...]
The sun,
gilding the mountains, slipped soft and fast
-wonderfully- on the valley, and everything seemed thrill in living
joy, awakening: the trees in the river shore, and the white farms,
the green eucalyptuses and reeds, everything
vibrated suddenly, covering the fields with light and colour, pulling them out of the immobility in which they slept."
Sebastià Juan D'Arbó, Terres de l'Ebre p. 101
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