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		<title>Passage</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[In all the woods that day I wasthe only living thingfretful, exhausted, or unsure.Giant fir and spruce and cedar treesthat had stood their groundthree hundred yearsstretched in sunlight calmlyunimpressed by whateverit was that held mehunched and tense above the stream,biting my nails, calculating allmy impossibilities.Nor did the water pauseto reflect or enter intomy considerations.It found [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p>In all the woods that day I was<br>the only living thing<br>fretful, exhausted, or unsure.<br>Giant fir and spruce and cedar trees<br>that had stood their ground<br>three hundred years<br>stretched in sunlight calmly<br>unimpressed by whatever<br>it was that held me<br>hunched and tense above the stream,<br>biting my nails, calculating all<br>my impossibilities.<br>Nor did the water pause<br>to reflect or enter into<br>my considerations.<br>It found its way<br>over and around a crowd<br>of rocks in easy flourishes,<br>in laughing evasions and<br>shifts in direction.<br>Nothing could slow it down for long.<br>It even made a little song<br>out of all the things<br>that got in its way,<br>a music against the hard edges<br>of whatever might interrupt its going.</p>



<p>-John Brehm</p>
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