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Part I:Being - Yin (HeiYin)
Claw foot. Porcelain. Foam wash. Skin.
This is a Flash Day. Stop action memories and moments of time that are lost, later remembered, sometimes replaid.
Now she is in the bath, a claw foot tub seperate from the shower stall, bubbles spilling over the sides in foam-fluff tendrils. She submerges, pushing waterbubblefroth over the top, down the porcelain and down onto the tile of her second bathroom.
Hei is generous. He works so many jobs.
The tile - Spanish tile Mosaic made to look like stars (real stars true) - darkens with water, trickletricklerolls down the gentle incline of the floor, clogging the tarnished iron grate with snappop bubbles and sticky moisture.
Flashsnap. Lilac and night.
There is a person with her - still naked, both, and moving, aboveinsidewith her - her eyes drift to the window - night - to his eyes - blue - and her own close.
Foambubblepop (around her toes at the edge). And he is gone.
Replay.