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It was easy for him to admire the symmetry of the tub. The freestanding claw design, with its gapping porcelain mouth, was a silent sanctuary to his ceaseless narcissism. WIth his back against the wide lip of the bath, his legs could nearly float if they were but two inches shorter. Instead, they rested awkwardly one toe under the "hot" knob, and the other perched opposite below the "cold". The faucet bleeds out a line, and divides his anatomy down the middle; catalyzing a recognition that disturbs the freshly settled dust on his thoughts,an introspection he sought to escape.
The latter was a saved draft from I dont know when that I never published. I will leave it for now.
Im just here to say hello from almost a year's absence. Everything changed again.
Im moving to Portland in two months.
Maybe, Ill indulge here again before I leave.