We may not have a coast here in the upper midwest but we aren’t exactly landlocked. The Mississippi River, so elemental to our very being, connects us. To humble origins. To every river town along the way. To dear friends down stream. And, eventually, to the rhythm of the tides.
It’s kind of like having a good friend who lives so far away that you almost never see them. It’s still good to know they are out there.
190/365: mississippi wave
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