Curve yourself onto that soft edge between your back and your belly.
Like Matisse’s paint brush pouring into a reclining woman, glide on that sweet spot toward home, home being the other side of the pool.
Or a home that only looks like the middle of the bed but is the beginning swim to some place buried in her heart where love buoys her to the other side of deep waters.
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Both photos are amazing: one with potential, little sperm or beings swimming in amniotic fluid; the other, Florence tucked into herself like a fetus. Powerful.
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