A River Runs Through It
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but we can still love them.
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We can love completely...
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without complete understanding.
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Now nearly all those I loved and did
not understand in my youth are dead.

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Even Jessie.
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But I still reach out to them.
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Of course, now I'm too old
to be much of a fisherman.

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And now I usually fish
the big waters alone...

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although some friends
think I shouldn't.

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But when I am alone
in the half-light of the canyon...

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all existence seems to fade to a being
with my soul and memories...

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and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot
River and a four-count rhythm...

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and the hope that a fish will rise.

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