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Aquaman

his part, patience and proper distances. Only then might they speak. Their tone is one of entitlement peculiar to those who have suffered terribly: Rising is relative. How far you

have risen! You wiU never rise.

[out of water]

Witnessing her leaving, he was as one waking from a powerful if unremembered dream. No, not waking, and it was remembered: not dream, but event, and he was as one emerging from a moist and hidden place, one blinking at the shards of wet wood and scattered glass, the shattered things {myriad of suns, myriad of shards) who sees that the storm, a good distance from him now, is what (he is forced to admit) he would otherwise call a sight, even (to some he's sure) quite beautiful.

[curiosities]

Summer - Fall 2006

Feather-fish, the giant arm of a giant squid, or a tiny one alive, intact, that can live for over four hundred years without any sign of breakdown .... Well, it paid pretty well, and he liked the solitude of perfection after the camaraderie of voyage. "It's nice to know there's room for an old-fashioned naturalist on this old ship." Water at its coldest. Water at its darkest. There is no God if he is not here. Descent, however, not for descent's sake but to bring something back would be pointless nowadays, except for the money.

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The Literary Digest of the University of Idaho

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

The Literary Digest of the University of Idaho