During this time of extreme temperatures and drought, the Flint River’s waters get so low that the river’s bones are exposed. And everything that once was lost to its depths comes to the surface.
The lonely riverbed becomes flooded with ancient memories claimed by high waters long ago and sometimes there are even places you can walk around a rocky distance notorious for wild currents. The soul of the river is laid bare; you can stand and look into the intimate places that reveal fossilized remnants carved from the land stretching from its origins in the Georgia Piedmont down to the Apalachicola.
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