Tonight the river was black, the sky sparkling with diamonds, as we kayaked home from the rapids about a quarter mile upstream. No moonlight made our take-out more challenging than usual, and no use trying to dodge the poison ivy patches. We had to wonder why we wait a year between these excursions.
Perhaps this seems like nonsense to people who persist in fighting over ancient history, religious differences, contrasting genes and other things they think divide them. How sad.
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