Sometimes, when I was a little girl, and I was swimming, I imagined myself a mermaid and I would swim with my mermaid friends and we would be so carefree and gay ... you know, just being so joyful. And we would comb each others' hair and kiss and have that mean nothing if it meant nothing and have it mean something if it meant something and then laugh again and sing and swim and play.
And sometimes when I cross the Potomac river now and I look out at the Chesapeake and I look for my mermaid friends and wonder what they are doing now, and smile a very private smile for my mermaid friends and myself.
kisses, 'phfina
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