Far below, a small, brown river snaked its way back into the folds of the hills.

A muddy river snaked tortuously below, its raging waters the only audible sound in the valley.

A silvery river snaked past, far below, and she traced its twisting line up to the horizon.

A river snaked across the basin to split into scores of mouths emptying into a sea.

When Rekkk asked her, Eleana confirmed that a shallow river snaked its way several hundred meters to the east.

A river snaked through them on the way to the city.

The river snaked through the valley.

The dark river snaked past below.

On the other side of the dam, the river snakes its way through port-wine country down to Porto.

He leaned on the veranda rail and looked at the bustle below, a neverending river of people snaking into history.