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I waded in a river

High from spring flooding

I was swept away

And gasped

For the exhilaration

Was almost

Too much to survive

But then I landed

In an ocean

Sea salt

Fresh water combined

And I knew

The careening path

To this wide open abyss

I could never experience again

So instead I drifted away

Forlorn

Remembering the bliss

  
(Photo by Toni Frissell)

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