'The Museum of Meaning'
I was caught in a net. The net was big and blue and strong and it did not care that I was a water snake and not a fish. It did not care that I had been swimming along the Hudson, following the current past the old docks and the rusted pilings and the places where people throw things they don't want anymore. The net closed around me like a fist. I struggled. I twisted. I tried to slip through...
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