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Riverlilly

The Year One,
In the river east of the foggy forest a silver fish
smaller than any other eye could see waited for
someone who never arrived on time. The fish swam in
small circles, hour by hour, day by day, a spinning top
in a world without gravity, until one day it bored a hole
into the water itself and therein vanished.
In the river west of the forest an identical silver fish
waited in vain for that same someone whom fate would
surely delay. The fish swam in small circles, hour by
hour, day by day, until it bored a hole into the water
itself and therein vanished.
 
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