“There’s the prettiest little waterfall at the end of that street,” said the old lady to me after church one Sunday. A waterfall? The highest elevation in Rhode Island, where we were living, wasn’t 1000 feet. You could ride your bicycle up to the peak. But I had to see. And sure enough, if you went where she said, and you trespassed just a little o…
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