Friday, April 12th, 2002 | 9:29
My nose loves me today.

Top view of a head. Arms streched out to the sides, horizontally bisecting the screen. In front, red rocks and dust. Very Martian. Behind, water. Black water, so still it could be frozen. Minutes. A hint of motion?
Underwater, looking up. Vague moon and sparse, backlit clouds. Falling?
On the water, level and twenty feet back. Seconds. Quickly, fingers, arms, then all the rest towards the water. Contact? No. Through without disturbing anything.



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