Drawn to the River

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The ripple on the waters whispers peace to me. 
Once jagged young now smoothed in age, the boulders stand and fight their foes of time and change. Pebble bank encroaching the river; water gold, pebbles blue. 
Autumn fire is dancing on the current while green, evergreen, fallen snags all crowd to the edge, seeking their own reflection. 
Phantom light scatters up the bank, parading an imitation of its source. 
Love birds skim the rapids, throwing their song to clatter the canyon in echoes. In their flight they embody the wild; harmonized yet free. 
We are all drawn to the river. 
Why look at the sky when you could see it upside down and dancing for that matter? 

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