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Tomorrow at ten I shall take a train. All trains lead me to rivers that beckon and wink. Through the day, or through the twilight, I rush past rivers to the river. One river waits.
Excerpted from By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept by Elizabeth Smart — and happy birthday to the river.
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