when i was a child there was a swimming pool. under an invisible pine tree. surrounded by slippery slopes. when. i. when. if it was easy to write about it,... there is something about the blue glittering surface, trees upside down, fallen clouds, birds trapped in a circle. maybe you can go there, spend time underwater. hold your breath and count 10, 9, 8,... if it was easy to leave, i would.
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