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A coke machine provided the only breath of modern technology to blur my sight.  The pool was otherwise unlit, yet still reflecting everything on its crystalline surface.  The ghosts in the water swam lazily around as if unaware they were being watched.  The wind tickled my hair, stiffened by some man-made product, my futile attempt to change, but only on the outside.  Through and through I was still the same person I’d always been, yet hardened by the fights, by the heartaches, and the understanding of where I stood in the world.  As I stood searching the confines that mercilessly caged this chlorinated utopia, they kept pace with my thoughts.  The ghosts in the water wandered and danced along their courses in rhythm, without acknowledging the pain set in my eyes.  The ugly world that I have barely even seen sickened my gaze. The tragedies that befall the helpless, announced as if in revelation on the news deafened my ears, yet the night was quiet.  The grass mingled with the wind reverberating the sound of life, the sound of hope.  How could they not hear the buzz from the vender as it begged for attention.  Yet they kept swaying back and forth relaxed in moderation, happy with their chance to circle the world as they knew it.  No children laughing or screaming, no Frisbees slicing the precious surface of that beautiful liquid mirror.  I stood reflected, watching the ghosts in the water, dreaming to be unseen, and trapped in their freedom in the night.