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…A river, I had reckoned, had only two ways to pass – Follow its course  and find the ocean Or dry up from its roots and be dead.

Now I know – A river can swell, breach boundaries and saturate lives to the point of pain.

A river can behave like love….

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…I am the kind of wanderer who stops to smell the wild flowers on the boughs and feel the moss on the bark The kind of wanderer Who dips her feet in the stream And tosses droplets in the air The


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