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I love to swim.
The pleasure it gives, minute by minute. Near weightlessness, as if I am flying. I take a breath after every stroke, and wonder - where am I going? My arms keep pumping until I am nearly out of breath. And I realize - I’m still trapped behind the walls of my ivory tub.
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