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The Lake.
She saw it looming in front of her like an immense piece of black glass.
Like obsidian.
It looked like a black hole—once you were lost in it you could never be found.
But something about it drew her in—pulled her closer. Made her want to see for herself what was waiting under the surface.
She knew she had to go.
She had no fear.
She walked to the edge of the rotting wood and stepped out of her boots.
She tugged at her dress and pulled it over her head, letting it drop to the ground.
She undressed till there was nothing left to take off.
No rings
No watch
No earrings
It was just her and her skin.
She stood there and closed her eyes.
She felt the breeze tickle her skin.
She heard the lapping sounds against the rocky shoreline.
And without a second thought she inhaled deeply and leapt out over the edge.
The first thing to hit was her left big toe.
For a split second it danced across the surface then slipped away into the black abyss below.
Her foot followed, disappearing in a split second.
Her legs, groin, belly, hands, arms, chest, neck, lips, nose, ears, eyes, forehead and hair followed.
She sank deeper and deeper into the dark.
She hung there—suspended in one place like a marionette.
Suspended in time like an ant frozen in amber.
Her eyes fluttered open.
Out of the nothingness she saw, she seemed to see everything.
From the piercing silence, it was as though she could hear the whole universe speaking to her.
She let the darkness take her and quietly, she slipped away.
And then, just as swiftly as her body had sunk, it rose once again to the surface.
And she took a breath.
And she floated away.
She became an abstraction.
She was nothing but white skin against black water.
A small catch-light against a black pupil.
And finally she was free.
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A rumination on water. What is yours? Keep it in mind as you peruse these.
Lots of Love,
-Lo
