River Birth

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Waters flow,
trickle out of cold gray stone,
trickle down,
uniting with the small streams
the deer drink from,
flowing,
flowing...

Ever growing, ever uniting,
becoming one,
becoming faster
until...

All the waters become
one non-traversable,
wild, raging,
mighty
river.

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