After a traumatic injury sidelined me from kayaking last year, I went through a pretty dark period of my life. It forced me to come face to face with how much self worth I’d attached to kayaking and other outdoor activities.
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Where the current pulled left, the water darkened. To my front and right, I could see slivers of light and air bubbles at the edges of the fishbowl’s rim. Water and air were being mixed and pushed downstream from the ledge. That must be where the real air is. At the surface.
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