Right now I am a rock rolling down
a smooth slope towards the sea. Stretched
out over the water lies a dock with a crab boat on one side and a floatplane on
the other. I will fly away to be a
biologist working for fish and game or steam off towards troubled waters to
pull ten-dollar bills from the ocean floor one pot at a time. For now though I keep rolling along
downhill, tumbling closer and closer to one side of the dock or the other.
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