DGH and I are swimming in the big W. College pool. He is unclothed.
This swim session is part of the ' psychedelia' class I'm taking with Grace - we both wear red miniskirts with black 'fungus' stockings (the type I did wear in winter as part of the school uniform).
I swim three lengths underwater - a failed attempt to impress DGH.
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River swimming; naked torso.
I'm towing the corpse of a woman, against the current. Trying to impress AM with my physical and mental stamina, but I can't keep hiding my horror.
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The phrase "cuttlebone query" leapt out at me from a stream of email spam babble and rattled around my head for a few years. I remember the curved white cuttlebones washed up on the beaches of my childhood summers. They suit me as metaphor for dream remnants - tiny compared to the ocean they come from; gouged and marked; hard and soft; light; gleaming wet then rasping dry.
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