The Daily Dime: Miranda

The daily dime rises from the ashes like the mighty phoenix, and just like the hydra it is, it returns with more heads than were struck down. Behold!
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Miranda...

The name skipped across her mind like a stone across water. She opened her eyes and shifted her weight. She was floating weightless in a small space of water.

Miranda...

There it was again. She tried to sit up and realized that what she was floating in was much deeper than she anticipated, and she started to sink. Straightening her back so she'd float back to the top, she craned her neck around and saw the water stretch in a line far above her and far below her. And then she remembered:

Oh, right. River. She didn't know how long she'd been floating.

Miranda...

And there it was again. She strained as much as she could to see if she could find the source of this nagging. And then she remembered:

Oh, right. Miranda. That's me.

Miranda had managed to remember her name and the river, but she couldn't remember what brought her here. She floated, listening to the underwater muted noises of nature surrounding her. She watched the clouds above her, liking the rhinoceros shaped one best, and watched as birds skipped across the sky like stones across the skin of water.

She couldn't remember why she was on this river. And she was happy. She closed her eyes, and let herself sink below the surface of the water as it swept her away.

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