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By John Branch
Photographs and Video by Adam Stoltman
Reporting from Minneapolis July 17, 2023
—The heart beats alone, keeping its own pace
Fear, rage, sorrow — storms beyond our range
The river bows and bends, birthing new space
To die and live again — this constant change
— Wang Ping, “The River in Our Blood”
Wang Ping is a poet by profession and a rower by routine.
She sees a deep connection in these things. Flow. Rhythm. Cadence.
“Life begins with cadence, the heartbeat,” she said.
Tick, tick, tick. Row, row, row. Repetition is rhythm, but it does not tell the story.
“Every blade entering the water is different, because the water keeps moving,” she said. Each moment is different from the last. And the next.
“That’s the beauty of living, isn’t it?” she said.