From under the crests of crashing waves, the water swallows me up with feverish hunger. The waves, which tugged and thrashed at my body, are still and quiet once I breach the surface, and the change leaves me dizzy.
Photograph by Emily McCormick
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From under the crests of crashing waves, the water swallows me up with feverish hunger. The waves, which tugged and thrashed at my body, are still and quiet once I breach the surface, and the change leaves me dizzy.
Photograph by Emily McCormick
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