Scores of people have drowned here, this gap that divides this state from that, with a wild river running between, the sign near the stairs that leads to the water, advising caution, yet I cannot resist taking the plunge, down to where the kayaks bob like corns and mountains rise above on every side, so majestic, even now, before the rich bloom of spring, while I feel so small, just one more speck on this space we call our home, our sun, our universe, and I wonder how God – who created all this – let all those scores of people drown, this dark smudge on a stunning landscape I cannot resident even facing danger..
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