We often find floaters (or sinkers) in the pool. My heart sinks when I find their quiet bodies moving slightly with the rippled water. Out of the corner of my eye I saw this hollow eye and gaping mouth, fresh - todays death - oh no.
Walking closer I realized it was only a recently saved paper image for a possible journal page - cut from a magazine on a patio table, one I neglected to tuck under a paperweight the night before. ~N
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