He lumbered on through the wooded tract of mountain that ran along the creek.
Water rushed and poured and spilled over flat rocks.
He took time to watch the water rush past, he always did. Ever since he was a boy. Some things, you don't forget.
He looked around him, and stripped the denim shirt off his back, rolled it up, and found a spot to lay
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