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Who are you, Joseph?

A mountain river is wild.  It can wash you clean or grab hold of you and pull you under to the rocks. You got to be careful.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I’ve seen it.

Did you see someone die?

Death is everywhere.

What happened? Can you tell me?

Not yet. But we’re coming to it.

 

 

 

 

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