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« on: November 10, 2019, 01:26:00 PM »

   The dock is busy with children when we walk down the soil steps. We’re so close to the clouds here, they seem to surf the sky. I think of them as whales floating above in harmless beauty. Someone has a big speaker playing classic rock over the lake. The people pass us by in their boats, waving serenely. I like to wave back. It feels novel, like a baby learning the skill for the first time.
   The kids take turns jumping in. One father chases them around and tosses them into the water. We get caught up in conversation, eating chips, drinking light beer. The Sun is high in the sky, waving goodbye in its August way. We’re all smiles down here. Until one child is thrown into the lake, backside first. He cries out in pain, the father is apologizing through restrained laughter. There’s real pain in the child’s eyes. There’s real condescension in everyone else’s.
   The dock is locked in this time. We’re all here forever, from the beginning of time to the end of infinity.
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