Good morning

We sleep. It is dark. Sometimes the artificial light comes on and drifts over the centre of the pond. As we sleep together, fins gently touching grass and weed and one another, we see the striped angles of the light in the water.

Morning: the sky roof lightens. We rise for food. Blessed be the day and blessed be the night.

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