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5H %DFNVWURNH MICHAELA COWGILL A boy falls into the Northwood lake. Everything is on fire and blue; all the wax melted off his wings. Upside down, on his back, thrashing and raking the blue. He looks like someone I know. One arm rising up into the cotton sheet of the sky and the other swinging down to grab thick mud. Waving to the red-throated loon above and loving the brook trout with their smooth bellies below. He almost looks happy. I call out to him again and again.
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