January 2011
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for my birthday.
i dip below the surface of the water and glide, softly, turn under water just so i can feel the light brush of my hair against my bare shoulders. then again, a breath, hands to my eyelids to wipe away the water. i want to be able to see where i’m going.
up ahead the buoy floats, bear island its steady backdrop. i know the evening-lit lives of its inhabitants intimately, i have watched them...