My daughter, the river
To me, she's like a river, full of motion across dimensions. Slowly, the banks widen. Here: rushing water over clattering stones. There: slow water running deep. A permanent mark on my landscape, dividing my life into now and then. The closer I get, the more I see, fractally.

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