Atee was always swimming whenever she had the oppurtunity, swimming in a deep spring in the mountains, in a desert oasis or in a clam, lazy river.
She changed forms while floating on water, at one time she may be a thought of wonder or curiosity and next she was gone altogether only to reappear as a bubble of creative imagination.
And when she was beneath the water, she just melted.
Her friends would be back when she went looking for them. The moon would be back if she just waited.
And she would never forget to buy back her share with love and persistence. She had a knack for persistence because when an oppurtunity passed by she would chase it, and never give up.
She had in her hand another hand.
She wished everything could feel the music she did. And she knew music never died and it touched something uncomprehensible. And she felt things she simply couldn't know. Everywhere in her life, something she never could know was clear to her.
She decided to take a chance on a walk once. She walked down an unknown path. It stretched to the lower side o
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