There I was, cheerfully walking up a streambed, minding my own business and encountering
nothing but firm ground. Suddenly my feet sank into the sand. Recent rains had moistened
the streambed, creating a soupy consistency just below the surface. In a flash I pictured
myself slowing sinking into the unforgiving muck, disappearing from sight. I was able
to hop out of the stuff before I was caught forever in its deadly grasp.
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