The river outside my window is hurrying, scurrying by, swirling and gurgling and bubbling, rushing on watery wings. Onward toward its destination without a thought or care for passing shores or meadows green. Does it ever pause to think, “Where is my final end?” Does it ponder o’er and o’er, “What’s … Continue reading A River Runs
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