Seems like it should go somewhere magical doesn’t it? The right fork eddies a hundred yards off screen. Looks like it might be a boat launch. It was empty the day I was there. It seemed better to shoot the creek and leave the possibilities to the imagination. Maybe it was a wisp of memory from a fishing trip only ever dreamed of, or a quiet night somewhere else, talking to a woman who said she loved me.
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