The narrow ford crossing the creek was dry outbound. On return 40 minutes later bubbling water like champagne covering. There had been no rain. A seagull's momentary distraction saw man & bicycle fall in, both completely submerged. Therefore, a new number now and in order to milk a little fondness the contacts only gradually informed. Blue sky above, rushing water over the face, the concussion producing a momentary black-out—filmic sequences of such frame-by-frame vividness deserved a wide audience sitting transfixed in their seats.
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