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Writing, Like Swimming

My ankles are in, then up to my knees. I’m a bit cold, but it’s inviting. I picture myself fully in, going under and over.

Big pause.

I am getting acclimated. I move forward slowly, and it takes a while before I’m immersed. It’s a feeling I like, but I’m still hesitant. And the farther in I get, the farther out I go, the more I feel exposed.

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