[Underground]
She was the one who drove the river, pulling it, and winding it, around her fingers where she would knit it into a bridge of song, there, under the heavy stone arch.
No one could see her at the river source, shrouded by a film of time and moss, where no streetlights lit the path, the river that led the fish to the sea.
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