Blue is the color of flight and pain and it wants to eat your soul and free the demon from the depths of the abyss and cloak its face in blackness. I remember the first summer day and the first summer girls frolicking at the edge of the water, their innocence warmed by the sun, their skin cooled with salty nectar and clinging light wool. The wet skin of her back glistened, like the moon reflecting the sun. She splashes her friend. She wishes she were as pretty as her friend, but somehow being near her makes her feel that some of her magic, some of her magnetism, will rub off on her. But, in the end, even if it never works, if she hangs around, she'll always have the chance to see her screw up, make stupid mistakes, and gasp for breath and rub her eyes with each splash.
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
29 March 2011
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