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| Many Voices Speak
the River: " I sat there and forgot and forgot, until what remained was the river that went by and I who watched. On the river the heat mirages danced with each other and then they danced through each other and then they joined hands and danced around each other. Eventually the watcher joined the river, and then there was only one of us. I believe it was the river." (Maclean,1976, p. 61). "…Reading the landscape—like using a tiny net in a big river—you can catch only some of the infinite detail. The rest is washed away beyond memory and possession." |
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