The river flows with water, but here flows with blue.  Smeary blue crayon.  Sky catching. Some of the blue gathers over the entire space, flowing from the river into the sky, from the sky as reflections into parts of the trees.  The blue that is air, the blue that is H2O, true blue that has flowed into my brains.

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