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Thursday, June 4, 2009

Jet Lag

Now my canoe glides across a small lagoon. I trail my fingers in the water and watch the ripples fan out behind the boat as long as I can. Already the twists and turns of the journey recede, and the canoe noses toward the shore. I don't want to get out. When I look down into the water, 228 lost faces peer back from the depths.


  1. Welcome back! Beautiful, but the faces in the water gave me an eerie feeling. It reminded me of the faces in the water from the Titanic tragedy.I'd been reading about Millvina Dean, the last survivor, and her passing away last month. Sorry for the downer, but the lines are beautiful