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She sits silently and I see the wheels begin to churn in her mind.
The water passes through our feet silently and all the world is alive, moving with the slow breeze.
She turns to me and makes note of the beauty of God's creation, the dynamic relationship nature has with itself.

The lowly trees which dip into the waters while still anchored in the riverbank, the orange glow of the evening sun spread throughout the high branches, the chill of the pellucid Provo River against our toes.

I stare at her at she looks back out into the wilderness. That same stirring swirl begins to take place in her head...she smiles to herself and we both sit in a beautiful silence.