Breathtaking

She sits down at the bottom of the pool and stares up through the clear waves, the sunlight dappling down through goldgreen willow leaves.

This is a memory of childhood.

This moment will never come again.

She stares up — separated from the heat and light and sound by the thinnest ocean of clearest blue — blinking slowly, the last exhale helping her rest against the patterned liner.

This is a memory of beauty.

This moment will never come again.

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