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Undertow   In my earliest memory I am drowning, upside down in the shores of my hometown. I’m two years old, on the sand with Mom, seaglass in our pockets and startling cool water on our toes.
She is the voice who calms the waters within me. The voice who soothes the waves that are building up to that disastrous tsunami, ready to destroy anything or anyone in my path.  
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