CROCODILES AND FIREWORKS

 I stripped off my winter clothes, left the mangroves, and floated down to the bottom of the saltwater river. It wasn't far, only took a few hours. Let's call it a bunny hop. Bunny hopping is all I have the energy to do without wind. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I re-live that...

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