The river took the boats as if they were leaves agreeing to bloom. It accepted the promises with a soft hunger. The fog thinned. Names peeled off the wind and settled in the town again like birds landing. Lark smiled the way someone smiles at the end of a story she’s told many times, and then she stepped into the water.
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