Patricia Alexandra

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‘The other side of the river.’

‘On the other side of the river, where the clear river turned black and muddy. On the other side of the oak tree, where fruit trees bloomed rich and smelt so refreshing. Something happened in the waters, which made spring into a season unknown.
Behold the fruit in your hands that once got so juicy.

I am like the rivers, I shall move with the tides and go.’

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