Young Rivers

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Rivers when they are young are often in a rush and have lots to say–about where they’re from, where they’ve been, who has joined them on their journey. They speak of winter storms snagged on mountaintops and piled in valleys, of endless days of rain and mist. They jump and shout and run all over the place. The trees stand still, watching in wonder as the water tickles their roots.

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