A Photo Essay
by Laynie Hicks
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| fifth-generation boys in rubber boots ...taking a look at the new path of the stream... |
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| "You mean we are allowed to scramble over those rocks to find fish in there?" |
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| ... and the train beeped its horn ... or ...Gone Fishing... |
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| Hey! I want to get out and walk too. |
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| I am allowed to walk into the water without taking my jeans off? Cool. |
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| Baby Alice's second year to the beach |
