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Monday, April 18, 2016
Fishweir Creek, an introduction.
Every place has its stories. The place where I grew up has a few. Many of those stories originate not from extraordinary circumstances, but from day to day occurrences. As a child I spent most of my days in a wilderness. We called it "The Ditch".
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