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North-Fork-at-Polebridge_wNorth Fork of the Flathead River at Polebridge

 

I sat there and forgot and forgot, until what remained was the river that went by and I who watched. On the river the heat mirages danced with each other and then they danced through each other and then they joined hands and danced around each other. Eventually the watcher joined the river, and there was only one of us. I believe it was the river. ― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It

 

Someday I will become a river.