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“Whether you get away or whether you don’t; whether you arrive at your destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all, you’re always busy, and you never do anything in particular; and when you’ve done it there’s always something else to do, and you can do it if you like, but you’d much better not.” [from Wind in the Willows]
I’d give away ten years for one good look at me as a boy, sitting in that rowboat with my grandma and brother, the green paint faded and peeling, all of us dangling our poles over the edge into water so clear you could watch the nightcrawler wiggling on the hook just inches from the bottom of the lake, while the bluegills circled, curious, getting closer and slower with each successive pass until finally one would bite and that red and white bobber would dance like mad, popping in and out of the water, the ripples breaking the reflection of a clear blue Minnesota sky.
Henry offered his dry lips as proof of his own fidelity, but that worked about as well as the time he’d tried to use them as a down payment on a boat.
I read most of the right books, but I never found God, or some false god, or myself, or a giving tree with enough apples to sell and enough trunk to build a boat to take me far, far away from here.
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