He is walking on the water's light. And as I watch, he takes the first step off it, moving slowly away now into the deepest distance, above the earth, above the water, on air.It is summer. It is spring. I am immeasurably, unbearably happy. I am three years old. I am sixty. I am six.I am there.
Monday, June 29, 2009
An Imaginary Life - Closing
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