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As a child, I'd have commanded the wind-- a force unseen, yet powerful all the same.

I far preferred hiding to seeking.
Slept under my bed. Read in the closet.

I spent hours in trees, away from the world, though able to observe largely unseen, anyways.

I was a mermaid; I held my breath as long as I could, slopped water on the floor-- reverberations of ululations on tiled walls my own captive, chamber-echoed ocean hush.