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  • ---- It is an undisputed fact that all otters love pools. ----

    Cool smooth silken pool.
    The water brings me back.
    The water reminds me.
    The water reminds me I am part of nature --
    and it, me.

    I'm no longer trapped in the BrainPan, the minds Irony.

    I am in my body.
    And. And I love being in my body.
    I love being in my body in a pool.
    In the sun.

    Sunshine does, in fact, make me high.
    I just learned this is not the case for all peoples and
    I'm sad for them.
    The sun liquifies me,
    pinning me down on Sue's deep blue floatie.

    And the cool of the pool is the rule I forget.
    The cool of the pool tempers the heat.
    And I roll. I bask. I'm broasted.

    I float .

    And I'm in my body and I'm not in my head.
    And it's glorious. --- Glorious!
    In my body.

    So how come I forget?
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