In a lull
of storm a stroll to the river to see how it spills: fast, capacious. The
nouveau delta valley is dangerous and charming. Bright raw wood dots the dark
undergrowth: trees fresh weather-felled. Stern faced cloud sails our way. Water
tumbles through the quarry wall. Later, maybe, the wall will tumble down,
dissipate, river swept. Meanwhile the pool is calm, reflecting a bloom of sun.
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