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Swimming in July - by Henrik Karlsson - Escaping Flatland

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Just the pure physical joy of thrashing your arms around in water. To fill the kid’s buckets and throw it at the sun—the way the water falls apart into drops, and then into mist, the way a rainbow appears for a second and is gone.

Attersee, Gustav Klimt, 1900 The feeling when you jump from a high place and fall through warm air and then hit the water. The way the bubbles explode white around you as you shoot into the dark. The light tickling as the air escapes back up across your skin. Just the pure physical joy of thrashing your arms around in water. To fill the kid’s buckets and throw it at the sun—the way the water falls apart into drops, and then into mist, the way a rainbow appears for a second and is gone. To swim by the cliffs where sharpbills nest. To swim in the harbor with Maud. To swim in the tiny…

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