One evening last week, I stood on the banks of the Shenandoah River in the last light of a cloudy spring evening. All was quiet but for the sound of the river as it flowed down the valley between the Blue Ridge and Massanutten. The delicate first color of leaf and bud painted the scene and a cool breeze promised more rain.
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