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Unyielding River
Current as argument you cannot win.
The river does not explain itself. It moves — rapids for emphasis, rocks for punctuation, bridge overhead pretending connection while the water files dissent.
Crossing is not triumph only. It is wet receipt: feet reminded who owns the direction.
Thirteen is old enough to admire force without calling it friendly.
The current keeps carving after you leave the bank.
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