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May 12
Still, water can appear so calm, inviting, and safe, yet it’s stagnant, full of bacteria, and parasites waiting to get hold of you; in the midst of your hope for a beautiful experience.

It takes you into its embrace, adapts to your rhythm, and allows you to let your guard down. Everyone loves the water, after all, it always appears the way it should, steady, reliable, and clean.

It’s only when those who spend time in this water realize later that it’s too late, and they have been infected, and the parasites have settled in, that they become sick.

You now know that the water was never as it appeared, and no one will blame the water. There's no consequence for the damage it caused, and the only thing left to do is focus on getting better and think before you jump in the next time.
Chalanda Eubank
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Chalanda Eubank  34/F
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