The pack clipped the rim of the hole, then tumbled forward and fell slowly, dreamlike, through that black surface. set of fingers and hands, terrified on one level and almost drunkenly, deleriously glad on the other. His eyes were hazel, though I didn’t notice this at first. We can patch up a lot of things, but not a missing leg.
“Like we’re gonna say, it’s fine man, go back into the box, we can do without you this time. Life is commonplace. “Do you know why I’m here?” he asked. I do know that flood is what took out the two dams downstream from here and when I did go up to look at Smithland, there wasn’t much left of it.
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