Sunday, July 10, 2016



I can imagine floating in a pool.
Sunshine beating down.
Surrounded by blue water.
Two leaves floating beside me.
Or are those leaves?
They turn into two whales.
And I’m not in a pool.
But far out in the ocean.
Being chased by whales.
The mind of an author.
Strange and unpredictable.

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