In the Buddha spa.
The soothing softness of floating, of an aqua massage.
This thought again while swimming: to be like water.
To embrace the currents of life.
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Reading Max Frisch's diary 1966-1971.
Turning own memory pages.
Questions and reflections.
A glass bottom boat.
Maps and hazy clouds.
And birds, looking for a nesting place.
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