“What happens when you come to the end of the river?” A small brown rabbit looked up at the clouds.

“It never comes. This river goes on indefinitely.” The wind spoke quietly between breaths.

“How is that possible?” The rabbit asks.

“How could something that great possibly end,” said the wind.

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