the summer air was thick and sweet, the flowering vines dripped down into the water, creating a veil around where she stepped up the the creek's edge. the honey scent she could almost taste, flowing in her nostrils and sucking deep into her lungs.
water. dark and deep. envelops her in its icy hands, the stabbing cold tightening in her chest, then caressing her skin with an unimaginable coolness as she sinks to the bottom. stones. smooth under where she lays, fragments of sun flicker through the green depths. finally, she can be alone. nothing but her own heartbeat throbbing in her ears, the rush of blood, the magnified sound of bubbling stream, everything feels so far away. she's entered another world. one where she can simply exist, with no time, no schedule, no to-do list. just body and soul, silent and free under the blanket of water.
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