HOT CEMENT -
Just inches away, the water looked so cool and refreshing. Rippling softly in the summer breeze, the pool reminded me of a Hockney painting he had shown me once.
I wanted to jump in and let myself sink weightlessly to the bottom, but not yet. Daddy was still pounding me on the sun-baked patio, and I was in no hurry to ask him to stop.
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