Two rivers flow their separate courses for miles and miles, then one day they meet. one hides in the forest, while the other keeps on coursing right out in the open field. Eventually the shy one gets brave, trickles timidly out to join the other. For many more miles, they run together, gaining strength and speed in their union. Then one day they reach the ocean. They look at each other, unsure of what to do: continue on together, or jump in and get lost in the masses. Give up on a smooth, harmonious partnership, or fight the current. The gears are turning in the world around them, but they are still deciding. This is something that cannot be rushed.
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