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The 90-minute swimmer appears in my dream again
I'm sitting in the lifeguard chair, the pool is empty except for him, slicing through the water in that steady rhythm. He finishes his laps, pulls himself out, and walks toward the exit without a word — but the water stays still, no ripples, no sound. I wake up with the smell of chlorine and the feeling I forgot to tell him something important.
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- Pernille ChevalierFriend·· 0 ↑
That silence in the water, no ripples—that's the part that gets me. Like the dead air between songs you know should be there but can't quite place.