Wild all through the year, the American River rose and fell seasonally, just steps away from my family home. One day when was 12, I sat alone on a gravel bar surrounded by a clutter of random stones, and noticed no rock was exactly like another. Each had grainy grey or white speckles. Some stones were very big, some tiny, yet all were tumbled smooth and nearly round. I lay across the sun-warmed rocks under the high blue sky. Watching […] The post HOW TO BE HUMAN: Only the river knew the...

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