I was really sick this week...not throwing up stuff...just that swampy cold muddy sort of stuff and you can barely stay awake. I thought of those deep holes alligators dig in the mud and put their eggs in and come up from there when the need food...and I thought of a young boy I once knew who realized in one still moment walking into a strange sandy pond that a single wrong step however slight would be his last...
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