February XXIII

The Patient Return

A rooster in a rumpled linen suit stands on volcanic rock at the edge of a turquoise sea, leather satchel at his feet, gazing at the horizon.

He had not so much departed as deferred his arrival. The island looked precisely as he had imagined — which is to say, exactly as he had left it. One does not rush these things.

23 February 2026

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