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Streams of Conciousness

Many memories of my childhood center on a stream flowing through the undeveloped lot next to my home. I spent countless hours playing there with my friends, wading through the icy water in my bare feet, looking for salamanders and constructing rock dams to alter the flow of the water.  I’m still fascinated by woodland streams, although now I take a more observational role: watching the passage of the water over the rocks, peering into the depths and enjoying the glints of sunlight reflected off of the surface.

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