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88. The stream that flows near my house © 8 July 2018 |
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The stream that flows near my house comes from goodness knows where and goes to goodness knows where. I never visit it with dull skies, but some days when sparkles shake the water the dog takes a bath. Has the stream perhaps scampered passed death; a wild pig’s corpse or maybe a tatty rotting bird? Has it greeted fish of every sort; eels and trout, and cockerbullies* cowering in caverns? Have the rough, rocky tumbles bestowed both cheer and fear on this joyful jolly journeyman jongleur? Today I see it hubbubs happily on, forgiving its past and singing only of tomorrow’s adventures. * Small New Zealand freshwater fish. |