She swam through the deepest blue; down toward the depths her mortal body could never reach, with only her bubbles to indicate the directions. She left gravity at the surface, and breathed slowly, the way meditations taught, in order to preserve her most precious resource: the bubbles. She searched for existence the way a lover searched for their loved one in the darkness of sleep. The life-giving water held no life she saw. The longer she searched in vain, the deeper the existential dread set in. But, then, a flash of reflected sunlight, a shadow from the blue, she saw.
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September 2019
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