Chapter 7

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Enough. It’s time to exit the lake and search out his work inside the cottage, again. It’s time to draw his Jesus-like hands against his sides, keeping his palms flat against his hips, bend his knees, and push off the lake’s bottom, careening through the water like a bullet, rising through the liquid, now the lake’s calm surface, obtaining oxygen—life, again. And now, inhaling…exhaling…inhaling…exhaling…he begins to swim to the rocky shore, returning to his cottage, his work, his passion, kicking up water, heading south, gliding on the water’s surface until he comprehends that he can touch bottom, where it’s safe to stand, walking the rest of the distance to shore.

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