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Voices call beneath the waves of waving starlight and jellyfish ribbons. My knees press into the sodden wood of my dinghy and I reach through the water’s surface.
Her face is there, clever Desdemona in all her beauty. I brush my hand across her cheek and she smiles radiant as the moon.
Tears trickle down my face. “Do not be sad,” she says. “This is my home now.”
I look past the rope burns around her neck. In the ocean of souls, we see only what we wish to see.
I slip into the water and lay by her side.