Rock Mama

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    I pressed my forehead against the window and gazed out at the sea and islands, now stained by a lengthening sun. The older I got the less I liked this scenery, and my feelings today were pretty close to hatred. Even so, each name came back to me as I sat there staring: Lucky Turtle, Pup, Snakehat, Furball. There were countless islands on the sea—a sea so calm you might think it a lake—and I had named all of them. Most were uninhabited and didn’t have real names. They didn’t even show up on a map. But I picked pretty good names: that one did look like a turtle, the other a crouching dog
    Original languageEnglish
    Publication statusPublished - 2007

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