It's an issue for those who long for sea salt in their hair, feel naked without a sprig of sequins, or those who simply find their wanderlusting souls preoccupied with thoughts of oceans and magic. I grew up, like many people raised in coastal towns, at the beach. I also saw the movie Splash in theaters at the beautifully impressionable age of 6. Naturally I've thought of myself as being part mermaid ever since. And not the frilly, pink kind with a seashell bralette. I covet the idea of a muscular, iridescent-skinned, stream lined gypsy. She competes with her shark finned contemporaries and wins. She is the muse of pirates and poets. She stays elusive enough to be fantasized about by the masses.
So I know women whose eyes sparkle. And those who salute the moonlight when it's full and reflecting shimmers on the surface of the deep blue sea. These are my fellow two legged mermaids. I'm glad you're all here.
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