On the River

I’m drifting, a lazy summer day. There’s no need to row – there’s enough of a current that I’m being pulled slowly downstream.

The boat is old, rickety, and a rumble of thunder sounds in the distance. Birds flock through the air, escaping.

Rain starts, chilling the air – time to go.

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