I am an original creation from the Midwest. I knew aged Red Rivers, not beach with its dancing current. Last summer, I put my swimsuit on and waited on the surf to dance with me.
It was terrifying, intimate and humbling. The water tugged at me, rolling me over before returning me to breath and light. I emptied the sand from my suit, laughing with my Inner Child.
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