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Unformatted text preview: throughout. The water is flowing and the wind is cool. This is a good day. While standing in the stream, casting my fly rod, I can only wonder how these mountains came to be. I feel like an ant when I look at the mountains. How can something be this beautiful. The stream goes on forever and seems to never stop, just like the mountains. My dreams too seem to never end. I cant help but look at the lush meadowlands, the colossal mountains, and the winding stream without a sense of hope and joy in my life. I know that I can dream and nothing can stop me. Colorado is a place where I can relax and you can too....
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- Spring '09