Once the largest lake west of the Mississippi. Then gone.
Not anymore.
Never. Never, build homes in a dry lake or river bottom. One day, you'll wish you hadn't.
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| Remember me? Your great great grandparents would. And my waters have nowhere to go. |
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| I'm back and here to stay. |
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| And I grow with every bit of rainfall now. The water table is full and finally, I have returned to my ancestral home of the waters of the valley - San Juaquin. |
