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September 6, 2009
It is blue like a sapphire like the ocean reflecting through a diamond or off a mirror. The water hugs her lightly as she sinks but floats in the middle. Her naked form waves around as the orange fleck that she loves so so much threatens to fly away. She waves some more, her long legs caressing the soft water around her her wild hair blowing in the waves. Her eyes are open and I can see them and they can see the orange and the orange is swimming away, away. The orange keeps swimming away and she is crying.