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| | Mac Beckett's Opened Mind: River of No Return (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-08) |
 | | Folded into the back sulcus of what's left of my brain was the knowledge that there's a bike-path where the shoreline used to be (and a Seaway where the River used to be, O Doltish Reminiscor, he muttered, at least partly to himself) and that one can not, now, go scrabbling over the rocky shore. |
 | | No more the reek of rock-dust when the wind is high, and no more the dangerous and real to play in. |
 | | And that River, the King of Rivers, I am sad to say, is no more. |
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