cold gurggling stream
swallowed my boots
i feel the sting on my toes
even it is called waterproof
i gently step on solid rock
balancing my loaded backpack
i slip, i'm paddling downstream
lucky i caught a vine attack to bank
i pulled it and swung me to shore
now i'm shivering to almost exhaustion
get up, walk, i force myself in motion
not risky sun is up and there are houses
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