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He dives into the water, and the world disappears above him. Whispering sweet little nothings into his ear, she leads him forward with that elusive smile of hers. Soft fronds of long hair tease and tickle his bare skin as he watches her weave her way about through the water. He reaches out to take her hand; and with a playful twinkle in her eye, she draws him into her dance of fluid joy.

Afternoon sunlight, blue sky and ripples cascade over the tiles on the floor, singing quietly about solitude. The dancers spin and twirl to the music, playing a game of their own. Embracing her gently, he basks in the feel of her fingers running lightly across his chest. “Stay here with me,” she giggles.

Breaking away to the surface for a quick breath, he hurriedly submerges himself again. But she has disappeared. And blue water stares back in the face at him.