If I was to trace my writing for the last three years: happiness, quirky and now karma, I am sure I'd find the repetition of the following post: There is nothing like the first somersault in a swimming pool after a year of being out of water.
This year, the twirl was a month earlier because of great weather. No, I don't wear a Speedo and I didn't have my first flip after springing from a diving board.
I simply dove in and did the curl. Butterflies. Summer. Joy.
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