…..a story

Suddenly I wasn’t the girl that cared about getting her hair wet or making excuses. The inclination to lounge in the sand was gone, and I desired to jump into the waves. I wasn’t scared anymore. I had conquered my fear of the ocean. I wanted to be drenched in sun, then pounded with saltwater, pushed under the deep, crisp sea and tossed around. I opened my eyes and watched my underwater surroundings spin around me, whisking me in a whirlwind of waves as if I was a giant magical wheel of wet clothes in a dryer.

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