The Ethiopians say that their gods are snub-nosed and black, the Thracians that theirs have light blue eyes and red hair.

I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.

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