"The Road goes ever on and on..."

"I am finally being swept off my feet."

I thought I'd take a walk this afternoon. Turns out the walk took me.
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The crags and summits of natural existence our city parks are.
All the green and growth that our expansion has left us, nurtured by trickling sludge and stagnant puddles of muddied filth.

Just think of what might happen if snowmelt came rushing blue and white through the gullies!
Overflowing the cement troughs constructed to hold them back?
If new springs of fresh water joyously bubbled up clear and delicious in the murky ponds?

What would we do with living water?
Why don't we?

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"And whither then? I cannot tell."