Into the transparent blue in a new, sleek skin and the feel of the water holding her up is like the embrace of an old lover. Clouds scud past overhead. Five kilos heavier but not a pound weaker in the force of each stroke. Push off from the bank on each turn, satisfied with the perfect length, the right hand comes down on the tiled edge just when it ought to. Turn and glide out again.
On the deck taka nokkrar armbeygjur for the pleasing sense of exertion they give in the backs of the arms. Smile at this and feel in the muscles of the face that it is a new smile, one borrowed from a more recent friend and never before used here.
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