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60 B lue A ir Morning Dolphins Blue hands white fingers caress the breast of sand. Grey fog kisses hands. In this scene of the movie of my life, first take, last take I am small, drifting down sand, responsibility fingers pulling me everywhere. Swimming parallel to me, six dolphins rise and plunge, their grey backs sloping up into the fog, then down to their real life. I walk unsure whether the dolphins follow me or I follow them, I feel the kiss of fog, I wait for voices, is this scene silent? We dive deep, on all sides the colors of the birth of life the greens, the blues, melt into us, we feel our present world and are satisfied. ...

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