cheerfully, she looked into the rushing river. never before she had liked a water so well as this one. never before she had perceived the voice in the parable of the moving water this strongly. and beautifully. it seemed to her as if the river had something special to tell her. something she did not know yet. which was still awaiting her.
there is no time. the river is everywhere at once. there is only the present for it.
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