

The confluence gave her
a sense not of knowledge exactly, or of certainty, but
a handhold, a ring, a raft, something tangible
she could grab hold of,
float on, let her body
relax for a spell,
exhale, regain,
bask in serene light blankness, sun warm on her skin,
gentle water sounding,
eyes closed, fingers trailing
in lapping crystal waves.

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