When I was very young my family lived on a ridge that divides two watersheds. On the eastern side of the ridge there were several acres of forest and marsh. The rain that fell on this side would flow, by way of streams and aquifers, into the North Atlantic. On the western side was an artificial reservoir filled by the Ipswich River, which flowed just fu…
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