Jay Lake (jaylake) wrote,
Jay Lake

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[writing] Progriss riport

6,200 words after dinner tonight, to 166,600.

Our little river was no more than a trickle up here, but there were pools. I spotted tiny fish darting above their sandy floors, before darkness claimed such details, and wondered how their ancestors had come so far from the sea. Did they have tiny, cold-hearted gods who spoke in voices of the tide?
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