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| Wanderstill Ode |
There she was
waiting dressed in black, a gothic black wrapping her hesitations. Picket
fence, pink sky, blue soul. Looking into the horizon made her wonder. How far?
How long? It seemed forever. There she was standing, the whiteness ahead of
her. A fish out of water, that feeling, that strange feeling of being in a
fishing boat with Santiago and Manolin searching for the elusive marlin that in
this story was a requiem shark. Dressed in black, wrapped in water, eyes in the
horizon, she dreamt of lions on an African beach.
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