Jimmy laid his cheek on the cool grassy bank just shy of the water's edge and looked out upon the plane of the lake's surface. The lake heaved up and down. Pressing his ear against the ground, he could hear the lake's deep, strange voice. A sense of vertigo swept over him as he imagined himself falling into the dark otherworld.
I tell stories from life fragments - arranging reality flat upon the page until it shows signs of order. Recently, the process has been here in this public space.
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