Down by the farmers'
fields, Labor Day has passed, and so now has the habitual human use of the
several riverside camps and reverie. So the RV's are slowly being towed away,
and soon enough the porta potties will also hit the road, til nothing will be
left behind but the campfires and the land beneath the tall stately trees, and
the river, in all its aged unpredictable power, streaming itself past.
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