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Just I - All Alone
I swam inside the Mediterranean Sea. In what would be my Glory Days, off Valencia’s coast, I dipped my foot in freezing water; withdrew it; then dipped it in again. (I’d always had my own will even then, just didn’t realize how strong it was). Disappointingly, my one day to enjoy the sea was cold. I still cannot recall if others from my group ventured out there with me and stayed for long although I remember a few of them were shivering riding on the bus to go back home. Oh, it was so very long ago! Nor can I recollect the suit I wore (I do know I was plump then; "Gordita” the men called out to me). The season - was it early spring or still the winter? And what specific color claimed the sea that day along my beloved Iberia’s splendid shore? Of that afternoon, I remember only this: Aimlessly I let my body float first in one direction, then another; keeping my eyes always on land, my body numb, accustomed to the freeze. No one was around me; I drifted, sometimes nearly straying. . . just I - all alone - letting my whole self go. . . for maybe 40 minutes. It was something I felt that I just had to do so that years later, standing here today (“Gordita” frozen deep inside me) I can say that I swam in that mighty, ancient sea.
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