better left unsaid.

The plunge was brutal.
A near-death experience.
But then—what do I know
about what death is like?
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I’ve lost my vision temporarily, and
my senses took refuge in the tips of my fingers.
The bay was about seven hundred and one meters wide across.
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Aeons ago, someone said to me:
“You must swim to the far side!
No matter what!”
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No matter what?
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Damn the man.
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Whether there are
three meters of saltwater below you or
three hundred and eleven, or
you’re swimming over a bottomless void—
it matters little.
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What matters is whether
your personal Medusa wants to see you
right now—this particular morning.
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Will you make it across the bay?