She opened her eyes and looked up at the water. All she could do was see through the water, the same blue sky, and in between her eyes and the sky the long tendrils of her own hair were floating and tangling. She watched, and was afraid, and liked all she felt, and liked the pressure of the water on her ears and nostrils, the way the water suddenly lifted and lightened the limbs of her body, and touched her secret places and public places with equal precision, equal cool attention. She liked the feeling of her fear.
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