UNRELATED
THE UNFINISHED WRITING OF EJ KONTNY
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May my life be like a river, 
What flows in me would flow through me. 
Not a pond. 
Because a pond is limiting. 
It's shallow and never growing.
A pond serves itself, it fits in a backyard and in the end dries up. 
But a river, a river has a source. 
A river stays fresh and cool.
It brings life wherever it goes and quenches the thirsty.
A river is powerful and carves out space between mountains.
It crashes down like a waterfall and flows like the wind.
A river isn't stopped by borders or barriers, instead it creates connection.
It bridges landscapes and people.
A river outlasts the settlements and brings nourishment to the wonderers.
And when it ends, it pours back into others. 
Other rivers,
And oceans.

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