A River Is A River

The wit, wisdom and undeniable truths of Jim Harrison
I walked her home as far as the Ninth Street Bridge and we paused to look down at the sweet-smelling, turbulent river.  I said “Life is a river,” and she said “No, a river is a river and life is life.”  I felt corrected. The Engish Major image: Ninth Street Bridge

I walked her home as far as the Ninth Street Bridge and we paused to look down at the sweet-smelling, turbulent river.  I said “Life is a river,” and she said “No, a river is a river and life is life.”  I felt corrected.

The Engish Major
image: Ninth Street Bridge

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