And now a scene that could be on a postcard…the Boise River, that runs through the city.
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How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.
-Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.
-Norman Maclean
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