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Sacred Depths

March 07, 0020 12:00 AM
First, my heart falls into my stomach and disrupts the butterflies already there; second, I’m in the air, accelerating forward in the dark; third, I pull the ripcord and feel the weightlessness of freefall; fourth, I hit the cold water and sink deep before my life jacket pulls me, gasping, to the surface.
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