A good river is nature's life work in song. — Mark Helprin, Freddy and Fredericka
A good river is nature's life work in song. — Mark Helprin, Freddy and Fredericka
A good river is nature's life work in song. — Mark Helprin, Freddy and Fredericka
A good river is nature's life work in song. — Mark Helprin, Freddy and Fredericka
A good river is nature's life work in song. — Mark Helprin, Freddy and Fredericka
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A good river is nature's life work in song.

— Mark Helprin, Freddy and Fredericka
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