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| (Fishing Alone. Wu Zhen, from here) |
Winding out of the hills,
the small stream enters the river.
It began coming down
long before these trees arrived.
In his boat the fisherman waits
like the hills along the stream
for what will be brought to him
and what will be taken away.
After the painting by Wu Chen
--Wendell Berry, from An Eastward Look
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