Charles Belbin
Gold Sand River at Stone DrumFlows in— Tibet to the north— snow of peaks transformed quiet, steady, gathering Gold Sand River gigs north, within a mile reverses south then sharply, decidedly goes east goes all the way east— wide, slow, contemplative— and at Yi Bing becomes: the YANGTZE clenched through rock expansive on plain rolling, roiling rolling on and on generative down through old, great, flowering, aged and ever new China rolling and rolling back to the sea
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