
I imagined myself laying Ophelia like amongst the shells, looking up to the sun speckled ceiling; my long hair winding about me in the water; a flicker of my jade fins langoriously levering me over the coral.
It's my sanctuary, a land where there are no wars and no diseases; peace.
I'm incurably optimistic, I have to be.
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