Eight years old,she's in her white summer dress.
She's looking at her tiny feet in shoals of water with brilliant orange fishes.
It's the usual Sunday morning swim at the river.
Little kids everywhere,women wash clothes..the sun boils down on the rocky beds.
She's excited,but she's afraid..she's not too familiar with the tingling feeling that the underwater weeds and tiny fishes leave against her feet,submerged.
Songs and folklores fill her mind this morning,and thoughts pouring in like July rain.
She imagines herself in another life,a whole new person.
A new perspective,a different bunch of days and nights.
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