This morning I swim endless lengths thinking bikini. In the mirror while I dry my hair I look at my ghostly skin and promise myself again that this year I won't burn, that I won't become a prickly pink flecked daisy marked by the sun.
Maybe one day it will be fashionable to have skin as white as a mozzarella moon.
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