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Live Like a River They said— live like a river but which one? We canoed the Upper Missouri one drought summer dragged the boats half the day from pool to pool, the river nearly gone.
In the Mohave Desert, lost rivers run underground except for brief flashes across sand and tamarisk roots, impossible to follow;
at Big Sur the creeks pour out steep canyons straight to the sea too fast to catch anything but mist before they meet the salt lagoons, mingling in death.
Live like a river, they said— run, hide, pour, meander or dry up, blowing on errant winds until we become merely dew on a cholla on a rare winter morning— water becoming blood.
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