wild borders

 

 

niagara river

the geese, the ducks, the slime, the bacteria, the fish- none of them care about the land.  their land is the river, the closest wild place I can go to from my home in the city, where the ripples on the water, like the movements of leaves in the forest, cure my mind.

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