Almost a year ago maybe more she danced around the May Poll, not in May, but
for her mother's birthday, on the sand of a historic Beach town I nearly went
to when she was there, a dreadful coincidence, I think, since she if she had
seen me there, she would have jumped to the wrong collusion, assuming somehow,
I had done so deliberately, when fate or God or some other higher power
intervened and caused me to alter my plans to come later, when the whale
appeared near the same Beach she did. How do you interpret these things, can
they ever make any sense, when she once again altered her life and her living
condition for reasons I still know nothing about, seeking contentment elsewhere
with others than those she had resided with, these circles of life we cannot
avoid, a stone into the middle of a pond
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