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In this story the boy never was.

Says, and yesterday and yesterday.


It was a time when the whole world

could fit into a hollow belly.


There were strong winds and at least

one fearful sea.


The roundness of everything was

too perfect to be a boat.


Nevertheless, a boat.

And later?  I haven’t seen anyone


to speak or disagree.

The water is full of impossible things.

Jessica Bixel