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People regularly drown in the river, but for a stretch of time it seemed bizarrely frequent. Horrifying… Death still lacked proximity - sterile and haunting. I cannot say the same thing now. It is familiar, real, and infectiously painful. This isn’t to say that this particular place makes me think about death. But the river does.

This moment is a crossroad, a meeting point for friendships long passed - void now during a time of isolation. I miss the magic of it all, passing through a portal into another realm where adventure could be found. Where the mountain looms above the road, endlessly extending into the clouds.

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