January 22, 2017 (Pulling)

When my face hits the water, the world floats away. 

I pull 

and catch 

and kick 

until I become another person. 

I am strong. 

I am quiet.

I am hopeful. 

The line beneath me and the breath in my lungs are all that matter.

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Breathe 

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