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His mouth a grimace as slit as the belly of his first catch, his Grandfather _ peeling back the sequin skin _ with the blade of his knife, laying open the heart beating, the body dead observe, he said, it pumps the soul free and he lanced it, placed the heart, alive in the palm of his hand this, he said, is what happens when you die, and he baited his hook, dropped his line into the water the boy peered through his won face bending and glaring on the waves _as he waited for the silver flash

of fish in the murky : underworld ae? you see, his grandfather said giving the rod a good tug

on what he thought was a bite

this way we do not die _ a :

_ in vain Charles Gregory

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