“The river and everything I remembered about it became a possession to me, a personal, private possession, as nothing else in my life ever had. Now it ran nowhere but in my head, but there it ran as though immortally. I could feel it – I can feel it – on different places on my body... In me it still is, and will be until I die, green, rocky, deep, fast, slow, and beautiful beyond reality.”
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