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I absently looked out the window as I filled the glass.

Dropped the glass just as absently into the sink…

There, across the river, a blotch on the far bank, etched in dark relief against the bruised, twilight sky…

The glass shattered, but I was already out the back door, not breathing.

I scrambled to a stop where the backyard sloped down to the river, glared into the setting sun.

It simply could not be.





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