Clouds become you,these senses divine you,chill sand oozes the funny forms of your toes,skirling water gives gracefully to your puzzled presence,then joining beyond in secret mirth at your serious quest.Breeze and wave you breathe and watch as if new homes,rocks your own bones--in vaguely recent dreams. Go out! Explore these curious senses, this wonder world of simple magic, remember that you really came from those depths, with tail and gill and water song--Then amble back, carrying ancient ponderings, to the new familiar
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