
The stilled river is contemplating its past journeys from that beginning to this end, and I have no doubt that it will go on to meet its end bank eventually.
Time is the keeper of the greatest poetry, trying to soothe her with gentle melodies as her memories cascade.
She was sitting on the boat, comforting the sky like a profound writer or a cognitive behavioural therapist! Her gentle thoughts are appearing as ripples on the river's surface, like inward reflections!
More than that, they speak in the primitive language of the mind's feeling and imagery. The morning sun's rising light on the river's surface appear to be a reflection of her future. Those also incorporating analogies from her forgotten dreams.

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