But when I am alone in the half light of the canyon all
existence seems to fade to a being with my soul and memories. And the sounds of
the Big Black Foot River and a four count rhythm and the hope that a fish will
rise.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs
through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks
from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under
the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.
I am haunted by waters.
An excellent movie.
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