I went to the river and got a drink of water from a bucket that was in there though i never really held it was all the same to me in the early morning dreaming skipping stones upon the water as the creepers gently peeped and crawled along the log that sat across the river from where i made my home and the wind in yonder cattails made me dream of ancient rome as they cheered and clapped around me and the spectacle of life that was this enchanted water with the skaters ripples washing and the fish that came a-bobbing thinking on the source of water that brought all their lives right by me i trailed my fingers in then and looked upon the pattern and felt the coolness stirring some deeply animal longing to shed it all on shore here and dance among the ripples as they played above a current so mighty deep and brown.
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