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Some time when the river is iceask me mistakes I have made.Ask me whether what I have done is my life.Others have comein their slow wayinto my thought,and some have tried to help or to hurt:ask me what differencetheir strongest love or hate has made.I will listen to what you say.You and I can turn and lookat the silent river and wait.We know the current is there, hidden;and there are comings and goings from milesawaythat hold the stillness exactly before us.What the river says, that is what I say.—William Stafford
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