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Black Warrior River
River love. I grew up swimming in this river. Beautiful place.
“The flow of the river is like life. It moves on, no matter how sad or happy I am. Life sweeps past. It reminds me to think of the good things.”
This is a beautiful quote.
Spring was Persephone’s gift to the world, a promise of renewal, rebirth, and a season to grow and prosper to offset the sadness of death and winter. Life, death, life—the endless cycle.
the ultimate journey into fear. I wanted to turn back, but I couldn’t. There was something here, in
this terrible place, for me to learn.
Far in the distance, human figures moved about. I heard the rush of water, a fast-flowing stream. I had a choice. I could descend deeper, or I could walk toward the black-clad
clad figures in robes and cowls to discover what manner of creature they were.
The ebony waters were swift and treacherous, but a mossy stone bridge offered safe transport to the other side. If I crossed, could I return? Had I died without knowing it?
