The light house: A love storyThe sun spilled the last of its light in a riot of color that glinted across the tops of the waves, as the far-off headland began to distill into the haze of a smudged horizon. High overhead a gull hung on the currents of the wind, its cry like a lost and lonelylament. The crest of a cold green wave rolled relentlessly towards the rocky shoreline – and at that very instant, Connie Dixontook the photo.
Added by: Dasha Shapiro | Karma: 56.19 | Fiction literature | 24 July 2011
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Written on the body
Written on the body is a secret code only visible in certain lights: the accumulations of a lifetime gather there. In places the palimpsest is so heavily worked that the letters feel like Braille. I like to keep my body rolled up away from prying eyes, never unfold too much, or tell the whole story. I didn't know that Louise would have reading hands. She has translated me into her own book.
