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and more to come

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i'm sitting in business ethics but really i'm gone. i am at a river, watching the water, standing on the bank under a tree and following the movement with my eyes. the water is moving under a bridge and there is a brightly painted house not too far from the bank. it is slightly run down, and there is a tricycle in the front yard. this makes a place in my chest ache, in a wonderful and secret kind of way.

i love the river. it lulls me back into a peaceful kind of place, where everything began. it convinces me that i will always be young, that part of me is timeless. he says, where I am, there you will be also. i remember this and i can breathe again.

what is it, about the river? it's like it's moving through me. it wears all my sharp parts smooth. it reminds me of something i saw driving, months ago, back at home- a group of mismatched office chairs grouped around a run-down apartment complex. people love to be together. that makes me softer. it counters all the acridity of traffic and brightly lit fast food counters. i hope that wherever we're going, there's a river.