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IT'S THe FIrST THInG They teach you in lifeguard courses: a person will take you down, though you are trying to help, a person will hurt you, he will drown you, despite himself. This is what panic will do, even to the most sane, its sharp strings under every last fmgernail and pulled taut by circumstance, say, a sandbar you didn't know would drop out or a wave from nowhere, panic will yank its cords, will make you dance its terrible jig, and when someone, even a strapping someone, comes to help, panic begins its buoyant song, gummingyour reason, and even ifyou have been the gentlest soul, swerving to miss raccoons on the road and bending to kiss the paraplegic women in a home, you will scratch and latch and grasp that someone with a fervor you could almost taste, tangy and succinct, like a nne mustard, nrm with the gut of its tiny seed, golden as the sun's gut, ferment of a season you anticipate, one you have yet to know, one you must and have yet to know. ...

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