Heart of the Bayou Beasts
Forcing my mind into another time and place as his fingers trailed down my bare shoulder I thought, 'should have worn long sleeves,' and my body inwardly recoiled as I stood stock still.
I envisioned the memory of a child, underwater, with small hands, through her eyes I watched her creating bubbles, using both the air and water to master the shape as more bubbles drifted up from our mouth we brought the sphere of air to our mouth and inhaled so we could stay under longer, remaining with the tranquility below the surface. Fish swam by unalarmed, as if she was a part of the environment herself, and I was at peace with her, a protective shadow cast above us looking down from the surface… they
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