Water
Water is elemental, it's what we're made of, what we can't live within or without. Trying to define what swimming means to me is like looking at a shell sitting in a few feet of clear, still water. There it is, in sharp focus, but once I reach for it, breaking the surface, the ripples refract the shell. It becomes five shells, twenty- five shells, some smaller, some larger, and I blindly feel for what I saw perfectly before trying to grasp it.
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