You are the sea lion at the end of the dock doing yoga and pointing your nose up to the zenith, as if you were balancing a giant ball. You held this posture so long I thought you were an apparition. But then you rolled over into corpse pose and went to sleep. And slept. And slept. Until you woke up, rolled over on to your side and applauded yourself. Then you went back to sleep. Thank you, shiny sea lion. I was sad until I watched your special brand of yoga.
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