My voice lives somewhere at the meeting place of Yellow Submarine and Victorian steampunk and lace.
Fire
Just Jump
The theme was “water” and after all the trite and predictable ideas had played out, I was left with the fact that I hadn’t been swimming in ages and yet I love swimming. Sometimes other people’s ideas about what is allowable for a woman my age or my shape, shrinks my world or ends an activity before I am done with it. To heck with that. Just jump.