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That moment, suspended over an unexpected puddle you think might be deep, deep down! You know that delicious moment mixed with delight and anticipation...and it's too late for your mother to yell "Stop!" Carol
She asks me if she's falling, if I think she's going to die. I tell her, no not really, just keep your head up, try. But then it hits me all at once, swimming's for the others. My dearest friend, she needs to stay, so high above the waters. I've let her down, what treason's this?. For falling in's not wrong....but there are times when it's an ought, when it is the right season.
"... Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. Whenever it rains you will think of her. ” Neil Gaiman