Mmmmmmmm.
And rises. And levitates.
And then it shrivels.
Sometimes it floats on vast, teal and aqua seas where mermaids wear bra shells and sing to Peter Pan.
Sometimes it rises only to just below the surface...peeking through, catching the golden reflection of the sun through the water, feeling the freeness,
And the proximity to where I want to be.
Rising.
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