But Jellyfish on Saturday.

nothing really

The jellyfish are not real, but they WILL sting, and their sting will wake me.

You can’t see them; it is night time.

But I HAVE to swim.

The water is demanding in its invitation.

I hope that by bobbing under I can swim beyond them into open water.

Surely they bank, or school, or ride together.

Or maybe they bob too.

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