It Beckons...

We're on our way to the Marsh.
Remember the Marsh?
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It beckons.
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It lures.
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It woos you into comtemplation.
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And It calls your name.
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Unless you are 1 1/2, and can't hear your name whispered in the waters because you are crying for Mommy.
See those tears? Georgie made her own magical stream of waters.
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This is a whiney George.
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And this is a whiney Tristan.
They are not much different.
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The romance and wonder were soon lost on them.
One wanted a forgotten water bottle waylaid on a bench at the trailhead.
One wanted Mommy.
Can you match them up correctly?
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Greyson was given the camera and told to "take pictures".
Want to see what an 11-year-old boy's eyes behold as picture-worthy?

The hole that Sawyer found.
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Here's a closeup in case you missed it.
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And trash.