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in a home on a lake, floating and rocking gently, a bed is tied with a rope to the house, and floats alongside, with sheets and comforter and I swim down below the house... into a room filled with antique furniture, desks, bookshelves, all fine and expensive... I collect tiny silver relics about the size of old monopoly pieces from the bottom of the room. the sun sets lavender on my longing.