Practice Typing

They had driven over the crest of a hill. Below them was a pond, looking almost like a river so long and winding was it. A bridge spanned it midway and from there to its lower end, where an amber hued belt of sand hills shut it in from the dark blue gulf beyond, the water was a glory of many shifting hues the most spiritual shadings of crocus and rose and ethereal green, with other elusive tintings for which.