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In Spring, as the snow sloughs off the mountainsides, the river swells until the mist broils upward - concealing all. This hollow holds more memory than I can comprehend. I pay my respects gently and then move on.
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In Spring, as the snow sloughs off the mountainsides, the river swells until the mist broils upward - concealing all. This hollow holds more memory than I can comprehend. I pay my respects gently and then move on.