Wet feet

The thinking man recalls ,looking at his wet feet,the total freedom he had enjoyed from all choices,as a tailed fish in mom’s original waters.

But the dark knots would quickly turn blue.The floating things were soon discarded together with the knotted rope that seemed to connect between them.

Nine months of his floating were now nine holes he had to let the wind pass through.In order to untie the knot he had to cut off the rope once and for all.


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