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Show 214 sensation of looking out at the new sea and realizing that the world was really gone, the water had marred and misplaced everything we ever cared for. Houses and bodies would straggle in the murky transparencies of the upper water, and then sink to the bottom, as undocumented as wind in the grass. Then no shape or angles. Just water. I can imagine Blake trudging up from lake bottom, foundered coat and drowned sleeves, marble lips and fingers, and eyes flooded with the deep water that he carried from the depths lower than the reach of light up into the sun. He would probably say that climbing up Bonneville comes recommended. I can see Steve lift himself up out of the lake, brash the salt off of his jacket and start moving again. I would have liked to watch the apocalypse with him. But the image of his body moving again, even under water, helps me keep going. |