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   I live on the shores of a non-braided river, where the willows watch the trout and the
   shag dives and the fish perish. The dragonflies hover low above the river, unaware of the
   boys who are quietly observing the water. The little fish hide from the boys because they
   know they will not give up until their tiny feet start turning blue; funny how little boys carry
   their gumboots as if they are only an emergency tool.
   Time moves without pressure for my little boys, and timeless for the river-
    flowing slow or running fast, or the ducks, in and out to and fro.
    I live on the shores of a non-braided river, and it’s here where I found my home.
                 
 

   --Bernadete van der Wielen