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The water was running fast carrying the snowmelt from the mountain tops to the green fields in the Central Valley. The sound, the clear water, the new green leaves on the trees, nourished my weary soul, and for the first time in many months I was at peace, as if the world's troubles were swept away in the snow melt, and I thought only of the mountains in the distance and the way the water reflected the rocks and the trees. |