21 October 2009. Cool and gray, autumn.
Ying behind the sliding window of pool booth, page of science under incandescent lamp. Lifts her head, smiling.
"I watched you grow up. In a chrysalis, at the old pool...". Open look. "You know, what the butterfly's in before it becomes a butterfly..." Another smile...
Silver light on October waves, reflected on wide low-tide sands. Two figures walking on the beach below, in the distance--one of them in orange. Slight breeze. A woman's weathered face appears at top of stairs--the bather.
Faces and lives...
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Que paso con tu español gurí??? No te entiendo nada...
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