She is a floating aficionado who lays back in the water down by the steps in the shallow. Her arms and fingers spread as if they are separate but the same. I don't remember when she closed her eyes but it's less eyes closed and more she goes to another place. Thirteen minutes fifty-four seconds in and her eyes open. Her feet sink. She blinks.
She smiles before saying, "I'm in the deep end."
Today I am grateful for teachers.
Tuesday is this again.
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