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  • Updated: July 30, 2012 - 4:56 PM

Catching something sunken, the black river flings back one white wave riding forever, neither gaining nor losing — a bird’s lost breast feathers, a wrinkled white kerchief — the black stream seeming blacker against the shoreline birches.

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