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                        I began with hopeful tendrils tenuously reaching upwards

                        unable to move any more, rooted firmly to rock

                        chained with manacles of weakening will

                        until you rewove my arms into fins and flippers

                        and I swam up into innocent, warm, green waves

                        resilient pewter flesh flashing in the sunlight of your smile

                        fresh drops of freedom scattering

                        as I basked in the beauty of brilliance;

                        And again you changed me, filled me with light

                        until I flew above the crashing, foamy salt

                        carried, uplifted, enveloped in your airy caress

                        enraptured as never before, experiencing everything new and old

                        suddenly to discover that my wings had dissolved, held only by a

                                    dream,

                        and I was falling down towards the silvery sea. . .

April 25, 2001

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