![]() ![]() ![]() The wheel slowed even more as I neared the top, and I saw Lorraine then. His face darkened, writhed, became a horrible thing to behold, and I slashed at the cord that bound his ankle and he fell from sight. A fair-haired youth hung upside down before me, shouting pleas and warnings that were drowned in the cacophony of voices. The wheel had begun to slow and I was on the rise. We were all shouting for it to stop for us and wailing as we passed the top and headed down once more. I regarded a big roulette wheel, and we were all of us on it-my brothers, my sisters, myself, and others whom I knew or had known-rising and falling, each with his allotted section. I slept then and I dreamed, but not of the place that I sought. My head nodding with each creak of the wheel, I forced everything else from my mind and set about remembering the necessary texture of the sand, its coloration, the temperature, the winds, the touch of salt in the air, the clouds. Watching the wheel and listening to the water were more than just relaxing. The mill was deserted today, and I contemplated it because I had not seen its like in ages. The steady splashing and the sound of the wheel drowned out all other noises in the wood. ![]() There was a tiny rainbow in the mist above the froth and boil at the foot of the waterfall, and an occasional droplet found its way to me. I was lying on my stomach on the stream's opposite bank, my head propped in my hands. ![]() “I sucked on a blade of grass and watched the millwheel turn. ![]()
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