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Or perhaps it could be said that the ashes were imitating its transformation. It didn't matter. What mattered was that I had left footprints on it, even though that Poseidon could have wiped them out in an instant.

Poseidon could control the sea, but not the constellations. Before that, I had lain down by the thermostatic pool and seen Orion in the sky through the gaps in the rattan umbrellas