Interconnected by byways, lakes, streams and brooks; the river still runs dry, no matter what it feeds; its needs never fulfilled as the waterfalls also run dry as tributaries slowly subsided.
The oceans though stocked are slowly dying as the fisheries which provided Life no longer can sustain all the unnecessary lack of accountability on the part of the whole; the river now no longer can sustain or maintain a semblance of tides, the TRUTH is OUT the river runs dry. No longer should you worry, yes, my tributaries; the river runs dry: Go ahead, ride the tides, PROMISE, M.E. the river Will NOT BE stopping BY as I have run out of paternal vulnerability and simply will go out and enjoy my time with my partner-in-crime.
ENJOY yourselves on 60th, it’s awright.