Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Racing Up

How have you been? Has any of the madness stopped? I felt the world stop turning when I hit the bottom of the river, my feet almost sinking into the muck. It was so cold, almost ice cold. I dare not think of what would happen if I got stuck. I raced up toward the surface.

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