She opens her mouth, setting the blade of grass upon her tongue. It fizzes and lightens as her tongue dissolves into droplets of floating water. Her lips do the same, and soon the fizzing spreads to her head, neck, through her chest, reaching to the tips of her fingers and all the way down to her toes. She directs herself, now millions of tiny droplets…
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