Two Rivers
Two rivers flowing; one is warm and pleasant like a chinook wind,
While the other is cold and swift and boulders roll with the current.
One we shall call the river of love, and the other, we shall call it the
River of discontent.... And since no one has ever returned to confirm
Or deny which one flows into paradise, we can only wonder,...
Until we test our faith.
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