Cold , clear water from that hand dug well could break a spell of thirst faster than a July thundershower , quick as a swamp rabbit running Camp Creek , swift as a Bobcat scurrying to the top of a Sycamore Tree ... Cool as a November morning , clear as Dad's list of chores , smooth as a fresh brushed Quarter Horse , as welcoming as the evening view of home ...
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