The river offers us its sympathy, and in return we give it our thanks. It is a particularly heartfelt thanks from those of us who are departing, and might never again witness our river in its wintery state.
In time, all seasons must come and go, and this period is no different. The ice will thaw and the snow will melt, and a short week from now, the new term will be upon us. Then the waters of this great river will be free to run and leap again. In time, a new guard of fresh faces will lounge upon its banks, underneath its bright crimson boughs, and bask by its shimmering sheets.
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