The river’s tale   There is something important about a river. It moves. And in that it moves, it is alive and timeless and tells tales to live by.   We measured the days by the river, Joe and I. In spring there was little else to do but drink coffee, and learn to smoke, and watch the river rise which gave a hint of hope that the months of gloom might be at an end. So, we would say: Yesterday when we drank coffee and smoked cigarettes, the river was lower and slower than today.   And then the
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