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I couldn’t wait to jump into the water, seeing its crystal clear shimmer. I hurried, stumbling over my feet, stubbing into the sand, topsy-turvy this way and that…but I reached my destination.
{splash}
There I was, embraced by the life that surrounds me; washing over me, I could almost feel my tail. I closed my eyes and swam deeper and deeper toward the bottom, then I’d push with all of my might and soar through toward the water’s edge. Breaking through the barrier, I felt the air touching my skin and once again I was human.
Bending my body in such a way, I jumped back in to the fresh world below me; embraced once again by the coolness of its touch. My tail returned to me and I’d swim faster and faster through the world of deep nourishment.
Those were the days of my childhood where my imagination became real; where flesh became fish in every touch of water; where I became a Mermaid.
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Tangled tresses of boucle yarn,
Tail of fishnet stocking.
Silhouette sculpted by scissors,
Modesty preserved by applique.
Sinuous, seductive,
Waving, beckoning.
Dreams drawn upon,
Iconic image created.
Her hands lead the water
in a ballet of touch.
Sound and light absent
as she feels through depth.
Pure liberation to swim
through ages of imagination.
Myth of mermaid endures
to all who fancy the magical.
I couldn’t wait to jump into the water, seeing its crystal clear shimmer. I hurried, stumbling over my feet, stubbing into the sand, topsy-turvy this way and that…but I reached my destination.
{splash}
There I was, embraced by the life that surrounds me; washing over me, I could almost feel my tail. I closed my eyes and swam deeper and deeper toward the bottom, then I’d push with all of my might and soar through toward the water’s edge. Breaking through the barrier, I felt the air touching my skin and once again I was human.
Bending my body in such a way, I jumped back in to the fresh world below me; embraced once again by the coolness of its touch. My tail returned to me and I’d swim faster and faster through the world of deep nourishment.
Those were the days of my childhood where my imagination became real; where flesh became fish in every touch of water; where I became a Mermaid.
I love my hair. All mermaids love their hair, but not as much as I do. We proudly display it in bountiful bundles, knowing that everyone who walks by will notice. I am a mermaid, and I love my hair. I love it so much that sometimes I forget my hair is made of yarn.
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