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Near to where my parents-in-law live, there’s a remarkable cave called Natural Bridge, where a river has cut a path through the roof, and pours through into the space below with remarkable ferocity and noise.

Further down that path, the river seems to calm itself, moving in much more hushed tones and curving around, rather than through, the surrounding landscape.

I guess we are all changeable…

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