Girl Makes A Splash

On this hot, hot, hot summer day and steamy night everything expands.

Ideas feel bigger than they were yesterday
vibrating at a different pace.

I poke the fire.
You change your inclination.
We go against the grain.

She said, no one ever drowned in their own sweat.
He said, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles.

Crackle. Snap. Pop.

Plug your nose. Dive in.
Spark. Whoosh.

Make a splash.

And watch it


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