Grapeland--Where The Logs Jammed

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We'll dream of these days -- the radiant blue skies and fluffy clouds, the clear rippling of the water, the melodic trickle over stippled branches and rocks, the distant calls of living beings that echo through wood and water, the warming power of the sun that soaks into our bones. Mesmeric, magic days, burned into our memories like a blessing. Our summer days on the River.