Together we stumbled feet-first into the water. It had been clear; our feet muddied it. He gasped as the cold seeped into his boots. He grabbed my shoulder. I hunched over, breathing hard. Where have we come from, I asked, my eyes bleary.
photo by Missy Prince.
1 comment:
i love this. i love how complex your mind is yet how simply and eloquently you pull stories out of it. i love you.
-- becca
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