The boats were enough for just one of us. We sat in two different ones.
It was supposed to be just a half an hour row to the other shore. The shore which housed our temple.
We clasped our hands, said "see you on the other side". At the shore. New beginnings. A better history.
One of our boats rowed faster than the others. We landed on different parts of the shore. That meant a uniquely different history.
Who's to blame - you, boat, the boatman, the rowing, me ?????
I know the answer. The river.
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