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That's How They Found Me
paddling down this rabbit hole of a backwater
Taken from 'The Kingdom'...because something on my way home from work had said take to the river, so that even though I’d put everything in the car (shovels, provisions for two years), and I’d spent so long trying to imagine how it would be – the whole earth alight like a burning star fallen from heaven, snow climbing the doorways like a just-landed alien – there I was just letting the stream take me, head-torch flashing at the moon, like escaping over the lake in A Farewell to Arms, crossing the water with nothing but hope. |
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