Once I wrote “Kimmery always dreamed she could fly, so she ran to the edge of the bank and jumped.” I often dreamed of soaring over valley houses, river, church steeples, to the opposite hill line. Years later, snorkeling over an outer reef, I felt the land drop away as I watched a manta ray fade into the dark. Flying.

Nice!
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Gorgeous. Yes, snorkelling is about as close as I’ll ever get.
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Beautiful!
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Love this.
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