ADJUST At last the flow of water has changed: slower, less abrupt, unwilling to lose its form. Now fire becomes thoughtful, not wanting to have to take over since its old partner has partly withdrawn and partly changed the rules. We're redesigning dams, levees, and cups. Our bodies move differently--some say with more dignity, some say like drugged. And when I ask you to wash me, and you leave the room to make everything ready, and I hear you rustling around, singing to yourself softly as before, I don't know what to expect.
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