I grew up by this river, and my feelings for it are so shifting and fathomless that I feel I will write poems about it some day. The thought first struck me when I came across Langston Hughes 'river' poem. I thought it was one of the most moving poems of all time. How could I ever describe a river after having read Langston's poem? And yet, and yet.
To take the photo I had to return to it after some 20 years. Again so many memories and feelings, I began to wonder what Marcel Proust's 'Remembering Lost Time' novel reads like. I can well see how you could get an entire novel out of remembering things lost, things past, things that have since flowed and flown...

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