Saltwater pond
May 26, 2010She built a house at the edge of the saltwater pond, and swam there every morning when the weather was good enough. It was green, the pond, on days when the light reminded her of the heat of his smile, and she felt the salt drawing all the liquid out of her skin, plucking at her memories until she emerged, warm and shivering at the same time, naked with anticipation for the new.
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