Rain swells the edges of your mud-rushing roars. Fullness overflowing beneath the broad blueness of summer. My meditation ebbs and flows into the undertow. Riding the current, resting in soft pools.
By drawing water into an internal, muscular cavity and forcefully expelling it through a flexible, narrow tube, known as a ...
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