Water: I spent last week watching it flow over Northern California. In the Sierras, I reveled in crystalline snowflakes floating down to powdery depths. In the foothills, I saw land lush and green, its life energy flowing into blossoming trees. I drove home past reservoirs full to overflowing and storm-swollen rivers and streams. Here in the Commonweal Garden, the . . .
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