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“Now come the floods. They charge down atavistic canyons drinking furiously out of thunderstorms, coming one after the next with vomited boulders and trees pounding from one side of a canyon to the other, sometimes no more than hours apart. Sometimes a hundred years apart. Sometimes a thousand. The floods always come.”

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Book:The Secret Knowledge of Water
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The Secret Knowledge of Water

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Craig Childs
Craig Childs

Limited information is available about Craig Childs, who was born on April 21, 1967. He is an individual with an unknown profession. more

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