Tuesday, February 27, 2007

worth remembering

The story is about a man named Eddie and it begins at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun. It might seem strange to start a story with an ending. But all ending are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.

No story sits by itself. Sometimes stories meet at corners and sometimes they cover one another completely, like stones beneath a river.

Out on the Ocean, diamonds of sunlight danced on the water, and Eddie stared at their nimble movement.

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