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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4135 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Stream Dale A. Edmands If you stand here long enough, stand here at the edge where it flows past you in a hurriedness of splash and roll, of white foam over rock, of wave after wave, you begin to understand that this is your life, and there beneath the surface where the sun glitters with aquatic stars are the smiles you gave; all going by in a rush down there under the bridge and around that last bend disappearing, and if you follow, you will disappear with it and become these black rocks the water runs white over, like rain in a graveyard of wet, polished stone- |
