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15. Young streams

For streams in a hurry to get to the river on the first day of spring. Swollen from the lackadaisical trickles of summer, awakened from the chilly slumber of winter, reborn from the endless rains of March, they rush along … Continue reading

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The river slips softly / into the dusk of the year

Looking eastward down the Eno River, somewhere along Holden Mill Trail, about four-thirty in the afternoon in early November. On certain autumn afternoons there is a brief passage — if you are lucky you may get ten minutes to appreciate … Continue reading

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The turbulence that creates the beauty

From the high ridge the river is placid, dark, smooth, its motion undetectable except by implication of the muddy-pale passage my analytical self knows to be rapids. It winds through the landscape, around unperturbed boulders, past trees positioned as dramatic … Continue reading

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The turbulence that creates the beauty

From the high ridge the river is placid, dark, smooth, its motion undetectable except by implication of the muddy-pale passage my analytical self knows to be rapids. It winds through the landscape, around unperturbed boulders, past trees positioned as dramatic … Continue reading

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