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Hoyt picked us up at J
dock
(Jackie's old-timey apartment
building on stilts in S. Leschi).
The mountain
was white as the
moon
and vice versa. Hoyt drew
a big circle in the water, a snake
not quite long enough to eat
its
own tail. The sun
had to set,
as
it always must, but then again
it was rising somewhere else.
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