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Thursday, March 01, 2007 |
the sky is an astonishing blue the view from the pier so beguiling what is she to do but remove her coat and hat drape them over the old metal rails as if she were hanging up the washing (such a great washing day perfect balance of sun and breeze seeing her mother in the back garden her mouth full of pegs the basket of wet clothes at her feet the rhythm of her bending and lifting and pegging a domestic dance that makes its own music) and take note of the seagulls - how hard can it be to fly? She puts a foot on the bottom rung - it's like climbing a ladder! First one foot, then the other. She is poised on the top of the railing her eyes so full of sea and sky she is already drowning before she hits the surface of the waves. |
| 4:45 AM
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