What may appear to be a lazy river meandering amid its wooded isles deserves consideration and room to run wild.
Passions arise and freeze over. The flow dwindles to rock. Rats run along the shoreline of factory brick at the dam. A few miles on, either direction, the dairy herds gather.
All of it reflecting my soul when I lived there.
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A magical place…
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