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I feel for you, so distant and so near.

Another world, yet mine, no borders here.

Here with you, I cannot see, nor hear,

a script is all we share, a friendship clear.

A stream descends, a view of snowcapped hills,

a river, promised in John, a mirror here.

The dawn arrives, so silently, the stars,

the moon, what was no more, another air.

A sadness everywhere – abandoned, homeless.

And yet a river has a home, a wild

territory, the banks, the snowcapped hills,

the destination and the source. Unkind,

what is. A destination and a source,

crystal clear, come drink without remorse.

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