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Morning Discussion: Post-Its From America

by Alice O'Connor, Aug 28, 2009 7:00am PDT

At first I was unaware of its presence. The brightly coloured fish following our boat would flit and dart away, but I did not understand why until the shadow formed and rose. The shark struck, shaking its prey in ragged jaws before swallowing whole. My jaw dropped. I quaked with fear yet swelled in admiration. The shark was perfect. I loved it. I loathed it. The shark passed alongside. I wanted nothing more than to be destroyed by it.

The shark bared its $1 Whopper Jr. and 99c Hot Fudge Sundae at me. I dove in.