Princess Ariel

Summer beach, yellow raincoat, curly-haired puppy and girls drenched by the sea. It is a cry for help and also a defense from teenage territory. Dyed hair is a protection for prying eyes. Rash that grows is a rejection of secrets. Soft intimidation becomes a long last bond and hope is wrapped under layers of woolen yarn that will not come to light. Another good day for swimming. The raging pain fades and the dampness lingers in Ariel's chant.

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