A young couple and their two year old daughter walk casually next to the roaring torrant. The father watching closely as the child wanders near them. First over there to stand on a rock then stooping to pick up a stick. Now a quick dart to the edge of the bank to throw it into the swollen stream. I hold my breath. The father catches the little arm on the back swing and pulls her back. She lives another day.
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