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Where Rivers Go

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"Where Rivers Go" began simply as a series of emails to a long lost friend who wanted to know more about the course of my life. Like most people, I've spent much of my time looking forward and precious little looking back. The process became a long walk down the road of self-discovery, a kind of inner inventory of buried pain and exaggerated ecstasy.

As this project nears completion, I will provide updates on the trials of getting published. In the meantime, I'll try and parse out excerpts to string you along until you can press the "buy now" button.

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