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RIVER’S BEND

I was in a hurry that day. And so the waters parted more readily to propel my canoe forward. When I feel fear or worry, I cannot temper my connection with the river. Without wishing it so, waves as tall as my canoe is long surge around me. The waters feel my tumult and so themselves soar in response. That day the river knew that my life was near its end. And so it carried me swiftly.