"But how can they come from everywhere? That's not an answer...there must be a special place where they are from."
The boy wanted to stamp his foot in frustration as when he was a small child but knew he should not. He did not understand why adults always seemed to talk in circles. How could something come from everywhere?
The man, pipe in mouth, turned his gaze towards the rivers edge. He watched the fallen leaves float by and listened to the gurgle of the water brushing along the pebbles.
"In this moment the story comes from the river...from the water."
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