Small ages following dad down the ferry landing at the back of village faced the legendary river (*). Slow-moving, immense and mild, a flow of alluvium tracing across the green of maize terraces and fields of rice. Appearing in mind as echoing back from immemorial time the victories of forefathers...Age of consent with a girl, walking on the dyke enjoy the view of immensity. Near the familiar ferry landing place, by a small temple, the very old temple keeper noticed me as son of mum, while i couldn't recognize him a very friendly old aged chum in years of child. He asked me on mum then wished me happy...As time goes by, memory of the river, figures of parents, the temple keeper, the girl were embedded in mind, whereas joyance, sorrow, jealousy and hurt fading out, recent matters receded deeply in former times and seldom recur to the memory...(*) Bach Dang riverCôte d'Amour - where the river (the Loire) joins the ocean (the Atlantic)(to write on)
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