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Her fingers danced on the film between air and water.

The barier between the light of the sun and the cool depths of the bay.

A chill lifted from the surface, danced in the loose tendrils of her hair.

She turned her face to the sky.

Took a deep breath.

Held it in her breast.

A whisper hissing from her parted lips…

“Call to me.”

Her ears strained for a reply,

“…to me” the wind echoed.

A smile settled on her face.

“To me.” She replied.