A River Runs Through It

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Eventually all things merge into one and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood, and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of them are theirs… I am haunted by waters.

Norman Maclean

The River Ness… fly fishing for salmon

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