iStock_000003109469SmallWhen the Spring came the river unmuddied itself. I could see the bicycle beneath the surface. I pictured the day when the owner must have wheeled it proudly home for the first time. Perhaps a gift – of movement, balance, direction. What must have flowed since to bring it to its unfathomed end?

 

JK

 

 

 


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