she hesitates and meanders. But her innate romanticism wins, And she flows happily into his arms. It’s sad that she’ll never know that the Sea doesn’t love her, that the Sea is too lost in his own grandiosity to even notice the River. That her loving embrace doesn’t change the Sea, that the water she received as a gift from the Sea was actually given to her by a philanthropic Sun. It’s sad that by the time the River realises the truth,
