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Favorite Place:
     A Makeshift ladder made from scraps of wood, or perhaps the railroad ties of an old mule cart line, leads into the darkness.  Outside, the sun beats down, baking ancient stones placed centuries ago by a now lost culture.  Iguanas scamper, startled by the wind.  The hot, dry air parches one's throat.
     Inside, the air is cool.  A few rays of sun escape the branches of the trees above.  Shafts of light pierce the azure cool of a small underground lake.  Silence engulfs everything.  Only the occasional splash of a fish breaks the still surface of the water.
     100ft below, beneath the crystal blue water, lines dance to show a hollow so old that the ancients believed it to be the path to the underworld.

Take 3 sentences from your first paragraph that capture the feeling of the whole piece.  Make them into a paragraph:
     Shafts of light pierce the azure cool of a small underground lake.  Only the occasional splash of a fish breaks the still surface.  100 Feed below, beneath the crystal blue water, lines dance to show a hollow so old that the ancients believed it to be path to the underworld.

Favorite Place from the view of an old man who has lost his son to war:
     I am standing in the dry hot desert, the sun burning my bald head.  Dead trees and shrubs are scattered across the hillside, providing refuge for the small creatures that inhabit the land.
     Inside, the musty bitter scent of the earth reminds me of my past.  Streamers of sunlight offer hope to those who might seek it.  The black water of the lake sits, still as death, waiting to consume an unfortunate passer by.  Darker yet is the cavern beneath the icy stillness, its maw gaping and black, echoing a history of death and sacrifice.  Threads of light reflect from the bottom of the pool, reaching out at me as if to try and escape their fate of nothingness.

Favorite Place from the view of an optimistic bride to be:
     The bright sun warms the air as I stand in the shade of a leafless tree.  Birds chirp happily, cheered by the weather.  Above, the cloudless sky is a fine shade of blue.  In front of me is the entrance to a tunnel.  From it I can feel a breeze cooled by the darkness below.  A well worn ladder descends to an unseen platform.
     When I descend, the sight is breathtaking.  Rays of sunlight trickle from above, forming bright shafts of light that pierce into an underground lake.  The color of the pool rivals that of the sky.  Just under the surface of the water I see tropical fish swimming merrily in tiny schools.  They dart for cover as I dive in, breaking the usual stillness.  Ripples echo off the walls, returning to where they started.
Holding my breath, I dive down towards the floor of the pool, hoping to catch a glimpse of the treasures that might be found.

Description
Favorite Place:
     A Makeshift ladder made from scraps of wood, or perhaps the railroad ties of an old mule cart line, leads into the darkness.  Outside, the sun beats down, baking ancient stones placed centuries ago by a now lost culture.  Iguanas scamper, startled by the wind.  The hot, dry air parches one's throat.
     Inside, the air is cool.  A few rays of sun escape the branches of the trees above.  Shafts of light pierce the azure cool of a small underground lake.  Silence engulfs everything.  Only the occasional splash of a fish breaks the still surface of the water.
     100ft below, beneath the crystal blue water, lines dance to show a hollow so old that the ancients believed it to be the path to the underworld.

Take 3 sentences from your first paragraph that capture the feeling of the whole piece.  Make them into a paragraph:
     Shafts of light pierce the azure cool of a small underground lake.  Only the occasional splash of a fish breaks the still surface.  100 Feed below, beneath the crystal blue water, lines dance to show a hollow so old that the ancients believed it to be path to the underworld.

Favorite Place from the view of an old man who has lost his son to war:
     I am standing in the dry hot desert, the sun burning my bald head.  Dead trees and shrubs are scattered across the hillside, providing refuge for the small creatures that inhabit the land.
     Inside, the musty bitter scent of the earth reminds me of my past.  Streamers of sunlight offer hope to those who might seek it.  The black water of the lake sits, still as death, waiting to consume an unfortunate passer by.  Darker yet is the cavern beneath the icy stillness, its maw gaping and black, echoing a history of death and sacrifice.  Threads of light reflect from the bottom of the pool, reaching out at me as if to try and escape their fate of nothingness.

Favorite Place from the view of an optimistic bride to be:
     The bright sun warms the air as I stand in the shade of a leafless tree.  Birds chirp happily, cheered by the weather.  Above, the cloudless sky is a fine shade of blue.  In front of me is the entrance to a tunnel.  From it I can feel a breeze cooled by the darkness below.  A well worn ladder descends to an unseen platform.
     When I descend, the sight is breathtaking.  Rays of sunlight trickle from above, forming bright shafts of light that pierce into an underground lake.  The color of the pool rivals that of the sky.  Just under the surface of the water I see tropical fish swimming merrily in tiny schools.  They dart for cover as I dive in, breaking the usual stillness.  Ripples echo off the walls, returning to where they started.
Holding my breath, I dive down towards the floor of the pool, hoping to catch a glimpse of the treasures that might be found.