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That night the winds died, a morning arrived, just as he'd predicted, new light leaked between the shutters, a light like no other. The waves piled up along the shore as veined as native marble, and to the west a long arm of land descended from nowhere, joining sea and sky, a new land. It was the seer's vision become flesh, it was Anatoleor so we would learn to call itcome back to earth as earth itself.

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Profile for University of Idaho Library

Fugue 31 - Summer/Fall 2006 (No. 31)  

The Literary Digest of the University of Idaho

Fugue 31 - Summer/Fall 2006 (No. 31)  

The Literary Digest of the University of Idaho