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The Bridge
The water flows under the bridge.
With the water flowing under it like the passing of the seasons,
coming and going.
In the spring because of the winter melt-off the water flows high and rapid.
In the summer, low and slow.
Throughout it all stands the bridge.
We can, if you may, view the river as the flow of life. And the bridge,
the one that has brought us together as our love for one another.
You and I, apart yet together...
Timothy E. Stevenson March 3, 2015 © (revised)
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