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This is Eva Saulitis, and this piece is from my essay "To the Reader Who, From the Eternal Present, Asks About the Oil Spill."
"...the killer whales' lives go on in every weather, storm or fair, and, it seems, against the odds, for now -- lucky, lucky, blessed us -- they carry on. That's the present tense that matters. And yes, the oil seeps into every sentence, every observation, every breath. But the present tense is real. Reader, it's the sacred grail, the pot of gold, the pearl without price. And today, in this holy present -- August 11, noon -- in the lee of Knight Island, this place and these animals endure."
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