Jumper By Lynne

Rating:  I think it is G, but for some reason it seems dirty....go figure!
I mean, there is no foul language, no violence, no sex; just me jumping into 
the lake! Maybe it is just me. I'm crazy, anyways.

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Standing alone. Wind whipping through my hair and against my face as I
look down into the green expanse below me. White clouds blow by me as the 
breeze kisses my flesh. I shiver as its icy fingers explore me. The sun
overhead sends its hot lusty gaze down to me and shoos away the cold of the
wind. Looking down I see the eager fingers of the water carressing the
jagged body of proud rock making up the cliff. The emerald liquid below is
deep and I am not afraid. Breathe in breathe out. I push off the cliff
and go sailing through the air. The wind's fingers poke roughly at me, 
insistent with its wants and demands. I slice into the surface of the water. 
The contact is rough and sudden. Even as I feel myself gently part the cool
fluid, the water refuses my entry and pushes the air away from my lungs. I
go deeply into the body of the water and relish its caresses as it welcomes 
me. I see the plants hidden in its depths and as I marvel at the beauty of
it, the needs of my body remind me how foreign I am to this environment. 
Even though I want to stay, my lungs burn with the need for air. I blow out, 
the bubbles teasingly escaping my lips and carressing my face. I sweep my arms 
and I propel myself upwards. I thrust out of the smooth surface, my lungs 
screaming. Inhale exhale. I tread in the water, and once again I am welcomed
by the sun: removed from the water, I am fully and obviously a creature of
land and air, no matter how I would be of the water...
 
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