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"There's a theme here" she pronounces. I spin my wineglass slowly on the shining deep wood. The base leaves an orbiting spiral of watermark trails my fingers and lips want to play with and savor. "There are a lot of themes that I seem unable to escape." The prospective editor nods.
"It's the water that keeps coming back though." I'm surprised a little, I had thought that one more subtle; hidden a bit except for those who'd studied my plummet more closely. "You have a thing for Ophelia to I noticed." "Well there was really only the one clumsy work around her herbs." "But there are suggestions in other pieces to." I thought about that and knew that the Ophelia thing had been far too obvious. There'd been the doll on the cliff-side to; I stop myself from reviewing all of them. Troy, tears, shorelines, goodbyes, Seattle. There had been Jennifer. It had all been exposed, open and