B each En t r y L ael Cassi d y I d on 't w an t to w r i te abou t th e su n l i gh t on th e w aves. I t's sati r i c, p ostcar d - l i ke, i r on i c. W e've com e to scatter ash es. T h e w eath er i s str an gely good . T h i s ti m e of y ear , i t alw ay s r ai n s. W h y n ow th e su n n y p er f ecti on ? I see m y h u sban d 's f ace i n th e bl u e sk y, m u stach ed an d cat - l i ke, as th ou gh h e's becom e th e l ocal God . H i s f ace i s too bi g, too con ten t, an d h er e's m e, m y bod y cr u sh ed agai n st th e san d , d r i f tw ood p ok i n g m y back . I can on ly take so m u ch om n i p ot en ce f r om a m an I 'm m ar r i ed to, d ead or al i ve. I d on 't w an t to w r i te abou t th e tu r key v u l tu r es I saw tod ay. O n e l an d ed on a tr ee stu m p , ex p an d ed i ts w i n gs, an d p osed l i ke a gar goy l e. I on ly f ou n d th e bear becau se of th e v u l tu r es. I 'd n ever seen a bear bef or e, n ot t h i s cl ose. T h i s on e w as y ou n g, m u st h ave f al l en i n to th e n ear by r i ver . Som et i m es h eav y r ai n s sw el l th e Si u sl aw, an d a secti on of ban k w i l l col l ap se, an d p u l l tr ees an d an i m al s i n d ow n r i ver to th e ocean . T h e w aves th en p u sh th e d ebr i s back i n on to th e sh or e. T h e bear s ar e l ook i n g f or th e sal m on to be f ou n d th er e, sw i m m i n g u p st r eam to sp aw n . Ever y th i n g h er e i s gi ven over t o th e w ater , th e con stan t p u l l of d i ssol u t i on .
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