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[...] If it was up to me, I’d throw the idea of responsibility down the hillside and into the river.”

[...] Blood flowed through him with refreshing life, as water flowed through the rivers, refreshing the land. [...]

We parked here today
and the green world swirled
jungle-quick, downtown
across the river, and like
a city bushman I was in tune,
swinging through thought’s treetops
while the traffic stopped and started,
precise as a ceremony of animals,
almost formal, engines thundering
then purring, wheels pausing,
headlights hypnotized in sun.
You walked into the bank,
making an exchange as ancient
as any tribal dance.

[...] A river or water connection. [...]

(“A river or water connection. [...]

You think the green house by the river was too much a box—but it was its open air of hospitality that bothered you—the wide windows open to the street. [...]

(I have begun a schedule of daily walking and sketching trips to the nearby river, and find it most refreshing.

[...] And there was a time when you and Ruburt played in the rivers together as children. [...]

[...] The geese came in low over the river half a block away, flying beneath the clouds and in the rain — a great wide “V” of them, heading north.

[...] When such dreams are remembered, however, individual symbols, such as crossing a river safely, or an ocean, or bridging a gap or an abyss, are often involved.

[...] Beyond this were high overgrown fields, she said, with a river or stream beyond that. [...]

[...] The [Chemung] river was close by, directly in the heart of the business section [of Elmira], for example.

[...] picture about the river. [...]

[...] It travels to find certain herbs, or it lies in the mud or clay by certain rivers. [...]

[...] Harold Spaulding has exhibited at the Roberson Gallery in Binghamton, and has participated in a two-man show at Two Rivers Gallery in that city. [...]

[...] Each of you knew you would not live close to the river. [...]

(Then I saw that the car sat on a steep grassy bank, beside a river I believe, and that another old jalopy had somehow been moved in front of our car so that we couldn’t move it. [...]

[...] The Nuclear Regulatory Commission has rejected the idea of a sealed-up radioactive power plant sitting on its island in the Susquehanna River; the danger of eventual uncontrolled contamination, including seepage into the river, is too great.²

[...] When you speak in terms of the depth of a river, you speak in terms of distance, physical distance. [...]

[...] I write this book during the day in my study, looking out the wide bay windows at the street and at the mountains and river just beyond. [...]

[...] I then saw a blue gush of water rush by to my right, like a river.