Before me lies what has become a great force upon me, The Tennessee River, a liquid shimmering expanse that makes up most of my view of earth from Fair Haven. Water, unlike land, is a moving thing, one you can see alive, an ever-present, moving, massive life. But her physical weight is never burdened upon me nor the great force of her that is oft born by me. It is her spiritual energy, her being, the ancient nature of her that gently pierces my heart softly awake; like a good thought that awakens you and nudges you deeper in the quilt and closer to your lover. The earth and the mountains beyond have always been here but my Tennessee is always passing by; like a dear friend on a train, waving hello or goodbye as they pass my way.
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