Betwixt the trees in twilight, one can see a solitary river. She is meagre and slight. She is trusted to run through thin exhausted bends. The bends are neither expectant nor weary, they simply accept the melancholy trickle that slopes around smooth pebbles. You can rest here between the daffodils and regard yourself in the shallow waters.

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