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Sunday morning
Sunday morning
I opened the curtain
looked down to
the swimming pool
blue, clear like
a mountain raindrop
A woman swam
reaching the ladder
and arose
A generous goddess
in her sixties
facing the sun
enjoying her alone time
I opened the curtain
looked down to
the swimming pool
blue, clear like
a mountain raindrop
A woman swam
reaching the ladder
and arose
A generous goddess
in her sixties
facing the sun
enjoying her alone time
Published 8th Sep 2024
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