My words come from here, the here you can’t see. I can’t tell you all that I’ve become, nor should I. And much as I’d like to know your life, this river sets a limit on what can or should be known.
The River Justice

I’ll do Greek with you, …. The non bean-countant way;

Now that’s a river and justice ;) No?

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