Falling

It was somewhere between finding a lost hairband and and falling through a thin patch of ice.

Something like spilling fresh coffee on the tops of your toes or cotton candy dissolving into tiny sugar pebbles under tongue.

It was nothing like wading into the soft tug of the warm Atlantic, but everything like catching the wave.

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