I stand in the snow, holding more snow in my palm. Touched by the air, the sun, and my own vital heat, it melts, transforming from white into a glittering translucence. My life, my aliveness, transforms it. I hold it up and try to look through, but it is too slippery to keep hold of.
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I breathe. Beneath me, the earth breathes a thousand thousand times more slowly. I lose track of my hands, my cheek on the grass, where the skin of my belly separates me from her body.
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I stand in the rain. She whispers in my ear, “dissolve.”
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What in you melts? What in you dissolves? What in you transforms?