Rivulet

 

When I was a child we lived by the ocean. I still miss the sound of the waves upon the sound that I could hear as I went to sleep at night. We moved inland and though there was no ocean, there was a stream, a rivulet in a way. I used to catch crawdads and lizards. That stream is still running, but I rarely see it. The Ohio river is closer to where I live now, though not as close. I always feel closer to God when I am near water. The pictures are from Marietta Ohio, of the Muskingum, and the Ohio rivers, where they meet.

 

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