There's something about a river...
What, precisely?
Je ne sais quoi.
Its motion?
Drifting. Idling. Eddying. Rushing. Falling.
Ever changing, always new.
Its timelessness?
Ancient stones, eternal elements.
Its power?
Relentless, unstoppable, valley-digger, mover of mountains.
Its beauty?
Light and dark; crystal clear and impenetrable; prism and mirror and magnifier.
It's simple, really; and impossibly complex.
Yes, there's something about a river...
that brings out the best in me.
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