Prose

Where rivers end

written by: SNOWonPAPER

JOurnal #1

Today i left the rivers that i grew up sailing on. I crossed the bay i had swam in as a child. With a rusty old beard, and long grungish hair my ciggarette smoke drifts in the wind. These rolling waves make me feel at home. I am coming to the river's end, to the end of the bay, I am leaving for the open sea. This is where river's end, and the adventure of the sea begins.

Robert Snow

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