This river is made of sand and gravel, sun warmed stones, chips of broken tiles, heat blasted pottery from the days of black and white TV. And it runs in a smooth metal channel between two shores made of water, where people float on beach blankets under the August sun.
One beautiful girl gets up off her blanket and walks across the water to the refreshment stand, sun glinting off the droplets on her soft tan skin. She buys a glass of crushed stone, drinks it down and dives into the river, loving the feel of the sand sliding over her body.
She swims under the river as long as she can, then surfaces, her mouth full with clay and stone that she spits into the air to make the world's dryest rainbow.
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