The lake gleamed infront of me, still and inviting under that low humid sky. No surprise there; after all, life's not a book. Those were springs that took away all theweight of the world for awhile. Based on Jo's notes and clippings, I'd say thatthere were perhaps four other.
She was able to escape her coffin,her winding shroud. There was an old-fashionedFerris wheel in the background. The taximan kept talking to her. With an enormous effort, I straightened up.
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