Underground somewhere nearby there is a river unseen and unheard, like a vein of silver, silent in its wonder and worth. There’s another river nearby that I can hear but cannot see. This is the one I desire to find, with its wandering fish dragging shadows over polished stones, and mosquitoes skating on the surface. But mostly I want to watch the lone fallen leaf pass by, carried along by the slow, faithful current.

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