Mark Taylor

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Daily story, October 20, 2024

He sunk into the lake not expecting to be able to breathe. The weed that once tangled his legs now seemed to hold him, gentle and safe and warm. The cold faded gently. His vision sharpened. He felt a peace he had never felt before. When he came to the surface, the sunlight dazzled him; his lungs burned; his skin felt like it would burst.