The Madness of Tides

I have these memories from childhood. Down by the river, just me and the tide. Rising to me and falling to somewhere. Where are the others? What do they say? What are they like? What do they do?

It was like that on the farm… not knowing. A naive dream state where few answers were forthcoming.

I left the farm and the river to the answers, past where the tides went and now I am there… feeling contentment at having had that time of naivete.

Dennis Mantin

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