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Tuesday, April 22, 2003

Seaman I

The kid and I spent two and a half hours in the woods. She rode a stubborn invisible horse that had to be urged with a switch. When I wasn't distracting her, I'm sure she was the rider and the horse. I was a guy who can't remember ever believing he was something else.

One time in the grass a rug was my ship and two old car alternators were my engines and propellers. I remember building the ship, laying out the rug and alternators, knowing, I think, it was pretend. Whether I was never a sailor, or whether trying to remember that is like trying to remember before I was born, I can't make up my mind.


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