Breathing seemed like a good idea,
one I had lost some familiarity with,
and we were a little bit lazier than we used to be,
without reason,
but not that way,
just this way,
the way that we were peeling off our skin,
and our layers,
and pulling our eyelids back a bit,
and then I breathed again,
one more time,
for good measure,
but I was without a ruler,
or a marker,
and I wanted to jump into the pool,
just to be away from everyone else,
under the moonlight,
just at the time when we found the Fata Morgana between last night
and today
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