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"I am twenty miles or more from the nearest fellow human, but instead of loneliness I feel loveliness. Loveliness and a quiet exultation" - Desert Solitaire
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- Nick
- 27 years old, Love the outdoors, especially the high Uintas, fly fishing, reading, and movies.
A River Runs Through It
It was here, while waiting for my brother, that I started this story, although, of course, at the time I did not know that stories are often more like rivers than books. But I knew a story had begun, perhaps long ago near the sound of water. And I sensed that ahead I would meet something that would never erode so there would be a sharp turn, deep circles, a deposit, and quietness.
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