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"Swampland crossing"
What would a river be without its wetland valley? What would your stay here be without the spice of the “wetland babtism”? While passing through the wetland we often wear rubber
boots. However, it is worth going “all the way” and trudging barefoot,
without caring how deep your legs become bogged down…You may respond in
various ways. For some people the bog is a stinking, sucking, black gunge,
for others it is the moving plain of a healing mud bath. The final result,
though, is always the same. All those who dare to sink their feet in the mud
are enriched by a new experience which will be remembered many years later.
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