They seemed to march across the frame, following each other to inevitability and oblivion as they sank into the river. They must have seen, must have known, and yet still they march, still they follow, still they sink. And then are still.

(Nothing like a lazy cruise on a still morning to indulge in a spot of casual anthropomorphism…)


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