Where the Ripples End


he moment you hang suspended in midair just after being pushed into a pool of water there is this sense of reckless abandon. What’s done is done. In less than a second you know, your entire body will become enveloped in a rush of water that is much colder than expected. It will invade craters in your head shocked by the submersion, muffling your senses toward an oblivion you had only imagined in dreams before. Or were those nightmares.

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