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A SAN FRANCISCO LANDMARK
THE RIVER OF THOUGHT
Do not drink from the river, said the locals, and so you simply lean forward and watch. You can see your own curiosity reflected at you, a thousand pinpricks of memory lighting up the path. The river has eroded its shoreline and the bed stretches wide and flat. The weight of the thought is a moving thing, carving pathways into your neurons. You cannot see the other river bank.
QUESTION:
What path will you carve for yourself in the days ahead?
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