The bright ribbon of light is back. For a while, it was hidden by the leaves of summer. All I had was it's roar and it's smells. But the ribbon of light is back in my life.
All the drops of water going by, coming from mountains, and forests, and fields. Water coming from lakes, and streams, and other rivers, going by without looking back. Heading to another great big river and then to sea. Never to be seen again?
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