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Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

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    The walls, 723 covered with coarse brown stuff...
    The walls,
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    covered with coarse brown stuff that looked like
    burlap, were bare except for Wireman Looks WestI
    rolled Elizabeth's chair slowly alongThe wheels
    were soundless on the pale blue carpetThe murmur
    of the crowd behind us had either stopped or my
    ears had filtered it outI seemed to see the
    paintings for the first time, and they looked
    oddly like stills culled from a strip of movie
    filmEach image was a little clearer, a little
    more in focus, but always essentially the same,
    always the ship I had first glimpsed in a dream
    It was always sunset, and the light filling the
    west was always a titanic red anvil that spread
    blood across the water and infected the skyThe
    ship was a three-masted corpse, something that had
    floated in from a plaguehouse of the deadIts deck was desertedThere was
    something horrible tiffany and co earrings in every angular line, and
    although it was impossible to say just what, you
    feared for the little girl alone in her rowboat,
    the little girl who first appeared in a tic-tactoe
    dress, the little girl afloat on the wine-dark
    Gulf
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    In that first version, the angle of the deathship
    was wrong to see anything of the name2, the angle had improved but the little
    girl (still with the false red hair and now also
    wearing Reba's polka-dotted dress) blocked out all
    but the letter P3, P had become PER and
    Reba had pretty clearly become Ilse, even back-to
    John Eastlake's spear-pistol lay in the rowboat
    If Elizabeth recognized this, she gave no
    indicationI pushed her slowly up the line as the
    ship bulked larger and closer, its black masts
    looming like fingers, its sails sagging like dead
    fleshThe furnace sky glared through chanel handbags shop online the holes in
    the canvasNow the name on the transom was PERSE
    There might have been more - there was room for
    more - but if so, it was hidden by shadows6 (the ship now looming over the
    rowboat), the little girl was wearing what
    appeared to be a blue singlet with a yellow stripe
    around the neckHer hair in that one was orangeish;
    it was the only Rowboat Girl whose identity I
    wasn't sure ofMaybe it was Ilse, since the
    others werebut I wasn't entirely convincedIn
    this one the first few rose-petals had begun to
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    appear on the water (plus one single yellow-green
    tennis ball with the letters DUNL visible on it),
    and an odd assortment of geegaws were heaped on
    deck: a tall mirror (which, reflecting the sunset,
    appeared filled with blood), a child's rocking
    horse, a steamer trunk, a pile of shoesThese
    same objects replica louis vuitton purses appeared in No8, where
    they had been joined by several others - a young
    girl's bicycle leaning against the foremast, a
    pile of tires stacked on the stern, a great
    hourglass at midshipsThis last also reflected
    the sun and appeared to be full of blood instead
    of sand8 there were more
    rose-petals floating between the rowboat and the
    PerseThere were more tennis balls, too, at least
    half a dozenAnd a rotting garland of flowers
    hung around the neck of the rocking horseI could
    almost smell the stench of their perfume on the
    still air
    "Dear God," Elizabeth whispered"She has grown so
    strong There had been color in her face but now
    it was all goneShe didn't look eighty-five; she
    looked two hundred
    Who? I tried to ask, but nothing came outyou shouldn't tax
    yourself," Pam said"Can you get her a glass of
    water?"
    "I will, Dad," d&g bags Illy said
    Elizabeth was still staring at Girl and Ship Nodo you
    recognize?" she askedThe
    girl in the rowboat of No8 was no souvenir, but
    she was IlseThe green dress, with its bare back
    and crisscrossing straps, had seemed jarringly
    sexy for a little girl, but now I knew why: it was
    a dress Ilse had bought recently, from a mailorder
    catalogue, and Ilse was no longer a little
    girlOtherwise, the tennis balls were still a
    mystery to me, the mirror meant nothing, nor did
    the stack of tiresAnd I didn't know for a fact
    that the bicycle leaning against the foremast had
    been Tina Garibaldi's, but I feared itand my
    heart was somehow sure of it
    Elizabeth's hand, dreadfully cold, settled on my
    wrist"There's no bullet on the frame of this
    last one
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    "I don't know what you're-"
    Her grip tightenedYou know exactly what
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