“…we sat awhile longer - until the mere stain that marked the course of the sun disappeared where it had fallen with graceful purpose. We sat until the tide weighed heavy under our chins; the last touch of space outside our liquid surroundings left my finger tips as I was forced downward with diluted gravitation. I sank slowly to sense the pressure with ease, and opened my eyes to see what I’m seeing now.”
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
“…we sat awhile longer - until the mere stain that marked the course of the sun disappeared where it had fallen with graceful purpose. We sat until the tide weighed heavy under our chins; the last touch of space outside our liquid surroundings left my finger tips as I was forced downward with diluted gravitation. I sank slowly to sense the pressure with ease, and opened my eyes to see what I’m seeing now.”
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