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| Believe The lake, a retention pond really, quivers oddly tonight. A splash, a ripple, a breath, and there she is. Mermaid, old, a black veil covering her face. She extends a hand dripping with mud. "I'll leave you with just one thing," she rasps. She slithers back under the murky water. On the bank, in the weeds, a carved stone, "Believe". 61 Words |