That pool was pond our childish froggy legs had to leap into and create the biggest splash that was possible.
On long hot days when the palm trees whispered Hollywood stories to the sea breeze, we let the pool envelop us in amniotic bliss.
When the world felt as if it were on fire, the pool drank it all in and redeemed us to softness.
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