I suppose I’d been playing, the way I did sometimes when I was out there alone—making arcs, pointing my feet like a dancer— because in the water I could love my body the way I never did on land. In the water, I was graceful, a light and buoyant thing. I knew this to be my better self, the most fully alive, my lungs filling with air, salt tangling my hair
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