The River

I sat in the river; the water trickled around me. The fish were carelessly swimming alongside me; worries cast to the side. I was one with the earth and sky; I was one with nature. I could feel my doubts and troubles slip away and be washed with the stream. I was now clean. I was now free.



The River By A Man Named Dan: Clean

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