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Floating Lessons ©


Kim King Spouse of Steven H. King Department of Health Physics


The swathing waves, in humid August air, enwrap my body, the ocean lapping skin and shore. I’m weightless, wingless, floating–– chin upraised, my ears are underwater, hair translucent strands that swirl around my bare shoulders–– medusa jelly fish spinning filaments beneath the sea. My fins propel me back to when my Dad first shared


his floating secrets. “Arch your back,” he said, but when he moved his hands away, I flopped and sputtered slurs of salty spit, “Just try again.” I did and sank, until my head was tipped, and arms and legs were splayed. We rocked in twin silk cradles––tandem grins to the sky.


Cardinal © Tatiana Teslova MSIV


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