Diving in blue molten-joy, amid the playful eddies of brine, there is more "me" present than I can recall.
Upon wide stretched wings we fly with a sky of sun-topped waves above, sharing this blue-glow with a ballet of fish.
Diving in the amniotic ocean is an emotional return to a sense of mother, to a place the tells of the beginnings of creation.
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