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How do streams decide where to go? I guess they just follow the mountain down until the down is going up. And when this is true, you cannot call it stream, for it no longer moves. It is still and calm, and ripe for swimming. So let's disrobe and celebrate the death of stream, now turned placid, forgetting it's dream of meeting the ocean in salted praise. Is it strange to pity a lake?
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Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 6:21 PM UTC
Where Down Meets Up
How do streams decide where to go? I guess they just follow the mountain down until the down is going up. And when this is true, you cannot call it stream, for it no longer moves. It is still and calm, and ripe for swimming. So let's disrobe and celebrate the death of stream, now turned placid, forgetting it's dream of meeting the ocean in salted praise. Is it strange to pity a lake?
Copyright Julie Slonecki 2010
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Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 6:21 PM UTC
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