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I wait for the dive to come. And it does. I don't know how or where it had been...hiding out in one of the pink and white cavities on my body somewhere, I guess. But there it was. I pulled my arms back and over and my feet lifted off and I cut the water cleanly like a knife through butter. At least that's how I felt...Right then, at that exact second, I totally knew that I wanted to do it again. And again and again and again.