June 23rd, 2018
12:29 pm

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Tonight, I'm wearing a long white gown.

My hair is down, a wild mess.

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There is a slight, chilly breeze. The cold would normally bother me but tonight, other things preoccupied my mind.

I can feel the cold of the smooth stones on my feet. My dress rips a little climbing up the rocks

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to reach the dock, but I could not care less.

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I finally reach the dock, the dampness of the old wood conformation.

I roll my sleeves up to test the water by slipping my hand in the water -

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cold, as expected. Colder than usual. As my mind starts to wander off, looking at the stars, my hand goes numb - but I don't remove it. Instead, I roll my sleeve down and climb down waist deep on the ladder and sit. Numb is how I felt, how I needed to feel. No amount of cold would stop me.