River Crossing
The trail plays hide & seek with the sound of the rushing water. Every green door opens with a light touch. Every room is filled with sunbeams. Here is the river, the bridge made of tree material, sinewy like a tight muscle pulling continents together. Over the river lies a history of animals. Half way across I feel hypnotized: the roar of the water, the swaying of the bridge, the brilliance of the sun, my dry mouth. Let there be fish in the pools!.
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