There were clouds in my bath.Puffy clouds, floating, gently bumping and merging.
The warm/hot scented water was the oceans.
I was earth.A special world, parallel to the reggly world.
Drifting.Signs of emotional life.Still movement, senses receptive, accepting.
In and out of the moment, this plane, space.A bath globe.
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