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There's nothing else to compare.

There in the sunshine state is a dreamy spot where dreams are made. Or, at the very least, memories. 
I remember standing in a man-made pool of manta rays. 
The water is warm. There is sand and gentle waterfalls. Everyone wants to make happy before the clouds that threaten to roll in steal the day. 
The rays glide silently and skillfully. That's how they're made. I admire them and you do, too, for the briefest of moments. 
We're startled out of our fantasy when a red-trunked troublemaker crashes into us. He's loud and even rowdier than you. You fall and the rays scatter. 
The water isn't so deep. Your head is just above. I can still reach you. Even with my earnest efforts, you have the hardest time recovering. Your bare feet keep slipping on the rocks beneath the surface. 
I had done my best to convince you to keep your shoes on. I'd chosen some special, just for the dangerous occasion of navigating slippery rocks for the first time. I thought of everything ba…

Come on and work it on out.

It's a little late in the season but he wakes and yawns and stretches until the fuzziness in his brain subsides. The time has come so he awkwardly folds his blanket and stuffs it away in the corner of his cave. Just around the corner, sunshine is streaming in. He sees dust floating in the air around him. 

It has been a long winter.

Shuffling past his friends and family, he makes his way into the wide world. The sun is brighter and hotter than he'd remembered. The air isn't so gentle as he'd prefer but the view from here is gorgeous. He can see clearly the green that's pushing through the melting snow.

Spring will arrive just in time, every time.

Still, he'll have to gain his own strength and learn it again. He treads lightly through the forest floor. He's hungry but it's not like before when he enjoyed paws full of mulberries and then crushing chokeberries with his big teeth. He has a particular goal in mind this time. He picks up the pace in view of the fru…

Don't put your blame on me.

Discontent with silence, you begin again with the lowest of murmurs. It's barely audible so as not to arouse suspicion. Your murmurs turn to humming but it's a cold and calculating song, meant to entrance and, when the moment is right, deceive.

With the bat of an eyelash, your make your move, whispering seductively into the ear of the one who  desperately needs your words.

"I'd never wish to offend, of course," you sing, high and clear. And you have her right where you want.

Oh, the integrity. Oh, the kindly heart.  Oh, the regret.
The need to believe.

Blink, blink.

It's hard to say where the deception began. Was it the serpent or the women God gave you? Wickedness lays all Her cards on the table but it's obvious enough where it ends.

I heard how your voice cracked. The shame you desperately need to unleash is reverberating.

Bravo. You own it all.

Hasn't there been enough pain and tears and regret for your liking? Won't you just retreat to your c…