Flashback 5: Long Beach revisited

Here, beneath the quilt of gray sky, I move forward in the water. There is no sliver of moon to watch over me, no stars on which to make wishes. Still, I feel whole again, a living network of muscle and nerve, of breath and skin. There is no heartache.

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