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Good morning, the river is low, so low, so low, can't see the current for the sand so fresh exposed so fresh exposed, my fears compounded by my worry. In this time of fires, ever-narrowing circles. I cry so easily these days. I don't want to be mediocre and complain about my job I want to have a bow and arrows and do battle with evil I want to be noble and brave and live a magic life From Letras Mania