{"id":3468,"date":"2025-02-03T15:58:40","date_gmt":"2025-02-03T15:58:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=3468"},"modified":"2025-02-03T15:58:40","modified_gmt":"2025-02-03T15:58:40","slug":"lost-in-the-narrative","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=3468","title":{"rendered":"Lost in the Narrative"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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The cabin is clapboard white, its slanted roof white,\u00a0
drifts of snow are white.\u00a0\u00a0
If not for the sun\u2019s glitter, all would disappear.\u00a0\u00a0
No one has written the story, as of yet no black letters.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There comes the old woman, bent like a comma.
She is dragging a line of black text,
a large black seal, the kind that often loll
on beaches when tired of swimming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It slides along the ice from left to right,\u00a0
an opening sentence, then halfway back
and back again. So many fragments\u2026 she is struggling
to maintain connection with a small moment of time<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and it happens every day, small and\u00a0
ephemeral.\u00a0\u00a0The seal may be her snow shovel.\u00a0
Love conquers all.\u00a0\u00a0Wreckless cruelty will not win.
If only she could find the topic sentence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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