*clap clap* Anybody here remember the summer of 1993? I was eleven, almost twelve. That summer is one long, sandy, sweaty, blistery (and oh! let's not forget rainy) semi-blur of a photograph in my memory. I remember how all of the sandbag levees we built ultimately failed against the river(s). (Don't go placing all the blame on me, though.) I
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