Splish, splash, splish, splash, breathe
Splish, splash, splish, splash, breathe
Splish, splash, splish, splash, breathe
Splish, splash, splish, splash, breathe
That’s the repetitive rhythm of my swim, during which I have my most creative ideas, deal with my biggest heartaches, dream up my biggest dreams and process through all the crazy things life dishes.
And that’s why I smell like chlorine. All. the. time.
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