Local rivers, specifically just one bit of them, have had me reflecting on lost language and the flow of time again. No one will be surprised by this. I recently descended from the heights of an enjoyable weekend in Krkonoše, a very hilly national park in the Czech Republic. Tucked up between two angles ofContinue reading “Vltava, Sázava, Mumlava: A Mumble of Voices Almost Lost”
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Danny L. Bate 