Swimming was never the problem. Showing up every day with energy, determination, and will. Each stroke carried by hope and hard work, yet never quite reaching the shore, never crossing the threshold of the goal. Beyond the waves of right and wrong is the longing for the shore.
Swimming incessantly beneath both the sun and the moon, never once considering the tides. Preservation abandoned for the panic of survival, never realizing surrender to the tides may have carried us all along.
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