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My First Best Friend
In 1945, a child too young for school, I wandered from Grandma's porch and a
short distance away, found one of those little creeks that would be my
playground for the next few years. Here I formed my first friendship." Thus
begins this writer's meditation on the deep, and often overlooked, joy of water
and its essential place in life. As she observes, the aging process has a way of
deepening our sensitivity to the eternal...
