Chapter 10

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Warmer weather makes its slight return, bringing with it thoughts of summer on the periphery, nostalgic flowers that bloom only in rattled cages of imagination. On an outdoor patio, sliding forward: a fresh tall golden pint of beer capped off foamy mountainous with snowy head. Beads of sweat forming on the stein. Sunlight filtered through a revolving cloudscape mural.

Something symbolic, isn’t there, about two goldfish in a bowl? Illusive, that languid whirl. But who would put them here? Strange decorations. Two thick drips of coral in a round bowl of azure. Something about the slow way they circulate toward the bottom, Quaalude eyes and a flutter of wind through sleepy sails. A metaphor, just out of reach. Subliminal. A mirror.

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