“I love you water!
The conversations we have are none superficial, there is no materialism in your world.
You drown out the conversations of the consumer each thought a whine on why stuff is not making them happy, you erase the thoughts of fictional realities.
I speak back in the only way i can silent agreement, nods and self realization. I thank you for all fish!
All the plants that grow on your banks from the humble skunk cabbage to the mighty trees 1000 plus years young, walking in peace up the mountain side till views are obscured by natures will!”
wrote the fallowing in my head while sitting beside a stream imagining the baby salmon going back out to sea, then went home and wrote it in the book and borrowed a computer to do this revised version.