Wet again. My current morning sport is sprinting to the end of this small roadside lake before someone drives through it and the dog and I are soaked in the flood.

Where streams of living water flow... never actually seen the stones this path is made of; long since overlaid by earth , but the constant rain has worn the covering away.


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