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People come and skitter around on me like water bugs on a great lake. I become a bug too, and we play, and it is fun. They go home to their burrows, and I become a lake again. Others come like playful dogs, leaping from one stone to another, and when they fall in, they scramble back out, shake the water off in a great spray, and trot away in good humor, tails wagging. The deeper ones come like humans, hoping to get their feet wet, and fall in over their heads. They come up surprised and stay awhile. When they leave, they want to take me home in their pockets. I rarely find anyone to be the lake with me. Ryan Ponder
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