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A Sketch from 1844

William Turner’s face is browned by weather; he’s set up his easel far off in the breaking surf. We follow the silver-green cable down into the depths.He wades out in the long shallows of death’s kingdom. A train rolls in. Come closer. Rain, rain travels over us.