I hear the river before I see it

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I hear the river before I see it

the slow trickle of water crashing downstream

the swoosh of water

as it smacks the tree

that fell over in the storm

and smacks it again

a constant motion

unchanging

I slip off my tattered shoes

ready for the plunge

prepared to welcome the cold

to feel at home

at peace

you see

the river and I are the same

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