winter swimming at balmoral

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In the early winter mornings with a pink light emerging above the horizon, I go running on the beach .The sand feels like nails beneath my feet. In exhaustion, I throw into myself into ice cold ocean. The senses have awoken and with arms and legs and lungs, I drive myself forward through the water. I am alive.

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