by Benyan Ali Sinijn

Floating above an expanse of depth, slow with ease;  soaring lightly over immense darkness.  Body flowing free from the hold of gravity.  Where every cold touches – touches cold everywhere.  Skin brushing;  slick and smooth rushing flicks of body;  arms churn, and hands clutch.  Muscles pull rapid strokes – as the surface above glistens with reflections:  refracted in black, white, gold and aquamarine.

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