anatomicus incorrectus	his element kate sumner
	His eyes focus a moment before. Choosing a path up the tarn-side a slip from drowning in the round of blue water, almost frozen clear of life, his steps are certain as predictions. Even as his palest face appears, a wary apparition out of the very stones and line of sky reflecting on the water's surface. Water runs crow's feet into last month's landslide. Watching, the pall of cloud wraps tighter over the horizon of grey broken stone, the only growing thing the jagged and sweet life of southern eidelweiss like dead man's three-day growth. Once the rocks danced downward at the rate of messiahs. Now quickened, the path obscured, he is in his element	his element: evening drawing room recital anatomicus incorrectus: reassembled bones from the surrounding property kate sumner kate's page