Mikol

. . . during my first visit to Seattle in 1977. The water was calling me to her. I could taste her and the light drew me near. I kept remembering the bliss of that day as I sank deeper into the lake my last breath bubbling to the surface and the incredible softness and beauty of the afternoon sun reaching below the surface and I in total surrender, enveloped by her. My brother pushed me to the surface that afternoon and with the aid of the lifeguard revived me. It wasn't my time.
-Mikol
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