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I haunt my favorite location rather frequently these days. The sonorous breath of the deep water fills my soul with an ancient longing. I see myself in you, my dark, deep and silent. friend.

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9:12 AM
Katrina Joseph said…
there's definitely a connection between people and water. After the sound of ocean waves (which to me is incredibly soothing), the most relaxing thing is immersing yourself in water and floating just under the surface. a thought, anyway :)
3:20 PM
Pradeep VM said…
I agree with you, kate. The guy in Moby Dick agrees too. Water, especially the deep ones, have a fascination I find almost irrestible.
About that stuff on floating just under the surface of the water, I am not so sure, being just a land dwelling mammal.
Thanks for your comment. I like your blogs.
11:24 AM
Katrina Joseph said…
thanks! :)

(BTW, I bought my gills 1/2 price at Walmart, LOL)
3:26 PM
Pradeep VM said…
:-) Point taken, kate. Walmart, huh. Will check that out. I always liked mermaids.
7:52 PM
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