A river runs true.

A river runs true to itself.

The river recently jiggled a childhood memory of a river in the little town of Angelo near Sparta, WI, that during a flood re-routed itself, breaking down a steel bridge. I remember as a child standing at the gaping road and marveling at the strength that must have taken.

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