Michael Farris Smith RIVERS

In memory of my grandfather, the Keeper of the Place

When neither sun nor stars appeared for many days and the storm continued raging, we finally gave up all hope of being saved.

—Acts 27:20

Solitude produces originality, bold and astonishing beauty, poetry. But solitude also produces perverseness, the disproportionate, the absurd and the forbidden.

—Thomas Mann, Death in Venice

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