Between one bank and the other
The river does not decide for you. It passes.
Interpretation
Some places ask nothing of us, and that is precisely why they manage to hold us. A low light, a bridge, a river passing without explanation. Sometimes it is enough to stop there, between one bank and the other, to understand that not everything that changes makes a sound.
The river does not decide for you. It passes.
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The river does not decide for you.
It passes.