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He always knew how to swim, was naïve enough to believe that he could save her from drowning. He dived a little deeper, explored terrain that no one had previously dared to venture. He became her float – breathing air from the surface, yes, but still, half immersed in water. He taught her how to swim; he taught her how to glide; but in doing so, he sacrificed the air in his lungs. She taught him how to sink.
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
sink
He always knew how to swim, was naïve enough to believe that he could save her from drowning. He dived a little deeper, explored terrain that no one had previously dared to venture. He became her float – breathing air from the surface, yes, but still, half immersed in water. He taught her how to swim; he taught her how to glide; but in doing so, he sacrificed the air in his lungs. She taught him how to sink.
an excerpt from a play i'm currently writing
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
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