Once upon a time, in a jungle known to many as Venezuela, a fair-haired minx was born. Weighing in at 10 lbs and then some, this tartlet was intent to survive regardless of the seemingly endless obstacles – persistent parasites, pesky piranhas, petulant parentals to name just a few…
One day she paddled out, eye on the closest shore, enduring shark chases, eel arm-wrestles, and seahorse stings. Thriving on the aquatic way of being, the Tartlet found herself stepping safely onto the warm sands of a land named Chequescha. There she grew to be an avid hair brusher, songstress and all around mermaid. But her melodies and rasp brought her to another kind of place, where the waters are bitter and the motions sadistic. Never to be bothered, our Tartlet grew legs for the stillness of concrete and walked along bravely reciting science fiction dialogue with one eye on the piano. It was in the confines of her 1920’s drafty dwelling where she secretly sung, brushed her hair and poured gallons of salt in the tub…
Curious as a cassette with a thing called “record” the mermaid-child-forced-adult pressed the red button and gave you everything she ever had to call her own.
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