I've been coming to the pool with a head teetering on melancholy, a jumbled myriad of worries. I sink into the turquoise-tinted water, stretching, doing flip-turns, feeling like a graceful moon dancer. Swimming makes me feel beautiful and elongated and calm inside my body. I glide home and sink into my work. Swimming clears the slate. It's my hydro-psycho-therapy.
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