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Under here, there is yelloworange glasslight. Suddenly quiet, and lightful. I swim like a trooper a foot from the bottom, gathering eyefuls of browngreen shafts of light. Day falls in and tries to get me. I gasp with pleasure and plunge again. Swimming upstream I watch the the depth go greenerdeep. It is like the only aloneness I desire. Something in my bellypit turns faster than I can arch in the water. Down. |
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