After my morning miles, I dunk. There is no counting, just dunking. I dunk as low as I can go. I flip and swim to the bottom of the 12-foot pool and touch the grate. The line between water and air feels so far away. Underwater, I am free. I stay until I need to surface for a breath. On sunny days, the rays refract against the water like crystals as I rise. I go back to dunking until I feel ready, ready to face the world that is so much harder on land than water.
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