Monday, May 10, 2010
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There are no oars in the boat. But there is a trolling motor. He doesn't want to use it. He likes the silence. He can feel the silence. It makes him feel heavy. He likes the feeling. He likes that the silence devours the few sounds there are around him. It devours the sounds of the osprey. It devours the sounds of the glassy water lapping slowly at the sides of his boat. It devours the sounds of his own breathing. It does not devour the two sounds in his head, however. In his head are a high sound and a low sound. The high sound is his nervous system. The low sound is his blood, circulating throughout his body. He does not know how he knows this.
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