On the River of MultiplicityDrinking in the pace rafting, drifting downstream, coming back, small plash pole push by slow stepped pole push flat broad waveless water little eddies swirling past: life can indeed be easy and simple if we let it flow. In the distance karts humped slanting green, dark, hazed, disappearing into river mist, into gray ink-splashed sky.
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