And the creature rose from the crate and walked into the river, slowly disappearing beneath the tide. And Jan… arose and did likewise. And, had there been anyone standing on the iron bridge at that abandoned hour, Jan might have been glimpsed shortly thereafter, his limbs joyfully plying the glib surface of the water, stretching further and further, his body straining to touch a precisely imagined but yet unknown estuary and sea.

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