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River
It does not rush backwards.
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I HAVE once read from my father’s journals a page that is fully dedicated to a river. In the middle of the spread, a river sketch separated the upper and lower part of the fold. In the river, a boat was sailing toward the right path.
I remember turning the page and surprisingly, the river drawing continued and on the right page was a continuing drawing of the river leading to a water fall that is high enough to splash over the rocks below it.
My father went over me and asked me about what I think and I can clearly remember what I said.
“The boat will fall, Father.”
“Yes darling. It will.”
“Can I erase it from the drawing, Father?”
My father smiled with sad eyes and placed his hand over my head. With a calm voice, he made me stare at
