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Show Blue Run/9 "O.W?" "I'll talk to you then." The dial tone is hard to talk about-it gets into your teeth, under your fillings, like cicadas in August when all the run over dogs have bloated and people hang water moccasins from tree limbs for the rain that won't come. "Mama's gone home." I hear myself tell Renee the absurd news. By the sound of the birds, the new day is going down outside where it's still Florida. Up the coast, Cape Kennedy, where men defied gravity to take the fat moon. Further north, Saint Augustine, legendary fountain of youth. Ponce de Leon sipped of these waters after the Indian slaughters. Water, always water, the river on one side and the ocean on the other, the entirety of the state surrounded. |
