Watching the Flow

Yesterday Bobby played me a Dylan song from the hill.

...this river keeps a rollin' and as long as it does I'll just sit here on this bank of sand and watch the river flow.

There must be another place where he could practice. Like maybe sitting on a bank of sand down at the river, or maybe back where he came from, sitting in his mother's basement in Oxnard.

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