Rivulet man

As a young lad, I would spend hours playing in the water flowing in the roadside gutters after heavy rainfall. How wonderful the day if I had two wooden lolly-ice sticks to carefully place in the flow, racing them down the roadside gullies. The joy in following those rapids, of jumping in puddles, persists.

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