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In 100, by Wyatt on November 1, 2019 at 1:20 pm

“I passed through so much nowhere to get to this part of nowhere,” she said, staring at the river.

“But every piece of nowhere is somewhere to someone,” answered the river. It cruised towards its next somewhere and also stayed exactly where it was. “This nowhere is where I am born.”

“When is a river born?” she asked. “When you’re a stream, you’re already a small river. But before that, when you’re a bunch of raindrops rolling downhill, which one of those is you? Where do you start? When do you end?”

“Exactly,” said the river. “And when do you?”

  1. *~*brain explodes and existential crisis begins*~*

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