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She tells herself: ‘there’s another

side to this, a right way to

look at it – this, this festering of

a tiny feeling – for years and

years can’t be all there is to it.’ she believes

with a faith that’s homeless, hopes

like the fierce high tide on a full

moon night. ‘on the other side’,

she tells herself, ‘stars will arrange the

night sky to go with my eyes…’ and so,

every evening, as the sun

smudges into the ocean red, and as

the red ocean meditates on a

watery sky, she marks another line

in the disbelieving dust to

lead her

to the brighter side