It was beautiful: too early for runners or fishermen, just late enough for a sunrise.
We parked the car next to the pier.
I opened the trunk and began to lift.
I thought to myself, “It’s been too long since I worked out.”
One, two, THREE!
The body floated hesitantly then slipped under leaving only a trail of bubbles behind.
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A young woman's path of self-discovery and personal confessions composed into poetic prose format.
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