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  • I love her bare legs from a distance. When she's standing by a pool. When she's facing the water, thinking. Her legs are white as watermelon rind, veined blue from cold. There's that 'H' shape behind her knees. The H trembles softly with the swimming-water cold.

    Jaclyn Moriarty (2010). “Dreaming of Amelia”, p.27, Pan Macmillan