As is our tradition, the Greenwaldlings and I go to the creek to explore and have some fun. Some years the creek is frozen over and only the brave dare cross. Other years the creek flows swift and cold, and even the braver dare cross. We have yet to find such a hero. And if we are very lucky, we come upon a wonderful ice sculpture, the handiwork of Natures quiet Artist. Of course we destory it.
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