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The land in between the pools is like thick, naturally-fallen rope. The water in the pools is black

on the lower left hand side, wavy in the middle, and cool silver all the rest of the way. What they

make between them, as an image, are the pools themselves. You can focus on just one or you 

can try to see them all, a field of graphic eyes shuttering. I am standing looking off into the

distance. Tiny on one end of the horizon is a moon shining loudly. I feel cold, which is the worst

kind of inspiration. A man in a red turtleneck circles in from the left. With a wink he says, it will

be a surprise.

Colleen Louise Barry

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