WEEKI WACHEE — The water is cold, but I’m too nervous to shiver. Instead, I propel my arms forward and think graceful thoughts. Flashes of purple and blue tails from my siren sisters flicker nearby.
The heartbeat of the earth bubbles up through the cold, clear depths of the Weeki Wachee spring and into the souls of the mermaids who frolic there. Some swim lost in azure abandon, some are cleansed ...
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