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the Man on his back
On Sunday afternoon, the Man came down for final preparations before the burn.


On the last day I finally stumbled upon the Temple of the Water Goddess.

There is a kind of motion unique to certain very small fish that travel in very large schools. Somehow, the leading edge of this traveling group of fish determines that a sudden change in course is required. These fish, with lightning-fast accuracy, all orient themselves in precisely the same direction. In the tiniest split of a second, all the fish behind them orient themselves accordingly. A split second after that, the fish behind them follow suit. So you can observe this change move through the school ín a shimmering wave, the scales of each singular fish catching the light as they abruptly come about.

This is what my nerve endings did as my body slid below the surface of the water. I was totally unprepared for cold.

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