On Sunday, I fell off a dock backward and landed in a canoe. While my life did not flash before my eyes, I did knock the air out of my lungs. I laid (lay? I can never get that straight) there with my eyes closed waiting for the breath to come back and when it did and when I opened my eyes, what I saw was blue sky and the faces of people I love looking down at me. And I thought: oh, there they are. Here I am. How grand is that?
Today, I walked past a sidewalk mermaid and then came back and stood and admired her. She radiates some kind of peculiar joy. I’ve got a fantastic bruise on my back. I’m happy to be here.

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