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was thirty-nine when I admitted I couldn’t swim. Not properly, not with my face in the water. The instructor was nineteen and very
y kind. On the first morning she said the water didn’t care how old I was, and for some reason that was the sentence that let me float.
Undertow · Essay
Learning to swim at forty
By Siobhan Walsh · 7 min read
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