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The heat of the springtime sun
slowly warms, then melts the snow atop the mountain’s summit, causing droplets of sparkling liquid to run and converge into rivulets that turn dry streambeds into bouncing, babbling conveyers leading the melted ice and snow safely down, down the mountain until it flows into the depleted lake, refilling the reservoir sufficiently to quench the neighboring towns’ thirst during the summer drought.
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