...the low hiss
of dissipating shampoo-foam
in clouded water, where dim shapes,
indistinct,
rise and fall in tidal exhalations….
...the steaming glass! The shining face
ever repeated in insect-mirrored droplets…!
...gentle rubbing, gentle scraping, sounds soft enough to be half imagination….
…o'erflowing….
Jul 12, 2025
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