/writing/ A Morning Dip

THE ROGUE TURTLE continued swimming against the current.

I have no idea, he thought, where this is all headed. Genuinely confounded.

The struggles, the learning, the awkwardness, it seemed to him he should know. Why do I do what I do?

But the turtle knew the answer in an abstract and meaningful way.

He stiffened his paddling. He was content.

It feels so good.

Thanks for reading.

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