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There are times I turn to the river, when life roils and churns like the rapids, and I remember what the river has always known when it heaves and ebbs, and runs swiftly by, carrying broken branches just as abraded stones appear as polished gems

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Published: Feb 12, 2022
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Tags: #life #time #difficulties #perseverence

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