The stronger swimmer reached the edge of the dry patch of land but the second, less proficient, was having to fight the swift, deep current to make headway. Suddenly they saw her throw up her hands, clutch wildly at the air and disappear beneath the water.
A work born of frustration: I need turn turn away from the unending stream of images before I get sucked in by the undertow.
Things will never be the same.
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