This is the river that runs through my city. Living in a city, it is easy to slip into disconnection -- from the land, from green things growing, from the stars, from silence.
By the 20th century my river was unswimmable due to the toxins pouring out of mills that lined its banks and the sewers that flowed into it. In the 60s a determined campaign to clean the river began to grow, one that took forty years to flower. In 2007 the first sanctioned swim race in five decades was held. No one had to get tetanus shots afterwards.
Walking or biking along my river is sometimes the only way I can reconnect with the natural world, the only way I can find peace in this bustling metropolis.
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