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Wait.
Pushing her finger on his chest hard. She said wait.

The door opened with the wind. You could see the faintness of the horizon.
You could hear it crying. The sound of land meeting sky.
Faint at first, then louder, then unbearably.

 
  There the blue meets the ice white

I said wait!
 
     
     
  ©Giles Denmark Nov24-06  

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