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Notes on Drowning Another day of waiting for the pills to find you here and lift your spirits. I see myself in the collapse of your body: age seven, a final exam in Swimming One, the twenty-foot deep end. As I gathered my courage, the instructor gave an unexpected shove, and I fell into the pool. I was supposed to dog paddle to the other side. Instead, I hit rock bottom where I found a counter sky—one that I could touch. The smooth tile felt right against my chest and calmed me, my mouth full open to the chlorinated rush. When the metal pole appeared to fish me out, I wanted only to be left. But my hands took hold, and I was hauled back into this world. The first thing you say today is that part of you is dying. Let it.There will be many drownings, and for each you leave something at the bottom. And for each you learn a new way to breathe.  ...

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