Lake Lewisia #891

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He peeled out of his clothing, stepped out of his skin, and shrugged off the layers of muscle and fat and the tight bands of connective tissue. At last, he stood in his bones only, locked away behind flesh for so long that they no longer shone with the sun-bleached paleness they once had. Freed again, he began to dance, and if his movements still carried too much muscle memory, well, he would remember how to be bare bones soon enough.

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