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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! YOu have reached the part when he takes me to the fountain of youth, it's in St. Augustine. He took me there but it was

nothing compared to the ocean. In the Atlantic, there is always action. The heart and fire and squiggly things of life. Yes, in a fountain too, but in the ocean he was dunking me and riding into me and

he'd left his watch on. I can see him now removing his watch, a man's job and taking it carefully to shore and then coming back to me. A preparation as if someone had laid out my satin pajamas on the bed. I rode with

my legs wrapped around him, the waves occasionally knocking us under, a contest. But weightlessness won. And he

entered me in salt.

Water.

Buoyancy.

Truancy.

Delight.

This fountain of youth is not for the young.

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