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Here it would be seen but it is there. A thing not seen is heard, there. Withheld. A pool of it, a pooled portion of a lake of hold. And she in with it. A pool about her feet, hardening from her; lake hardens from an ice, and ice is more and rises, feet to knees and steadily and less of pool and less and less and less, then hard, a small sea hard from soft, a cold a memory of pool. A hardening here, a hard thing there and she will not, cannot, all the time in rising, go or look. Unmoving, once a lake in time and no, she will not. Steadily. Again. Regardless. Ice is more and she is less and no. No no no no no. Because it is as is without her. Outside without looking will not change or even maybe see and it will come to here in time. To her. Even if a back to it, a dread. Continues here and there. Does she through a window door yard dog bird hear. Bird hears her, sees senses dog or something, cat, something, looks at what it is and tells and tells. Does she hear it from away or through, no, from here and next to, near or just. She hears a thing herself. Directly. Not going is how she does, she is; she wants to not go look and will not, no, no matter. A stand, a portico, a beached boat. Dog cat bird can under over to, around, but she will not. An andiron, a log. A small thing, its taught bones, hears and looks. A larger thing that runs trots wobbles does. She does not mean to, bird fish snake. Something with a stick, something with a mouth of. But. Anyway. A lake around surrounding, she in it, and hard. Which leans, a fossil, ice, a lean it knows from lake, and every thing of her hardens-in and leans, and into leaning nears, and nearer looks; it has to. There. Here is leaned to, there, and so, from in, a look in it, from something of a wave remembered. Here. A look. Hard as feet in ice. |
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