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January 9, 2002
I've never been swimming in the ocean in a storm but I imagine that I've been doing that metaphorically the last week. Waves keep coming at me, pounding me, burying me. I come up gasping for air, just as another wave crests over me.
Just when I was sure I couldn't go on much longer at that pace, momentary salvation, a few hours with no new waves. After a few minutes quietly treading water to gather strength, I was able to swim a few strokes --blind to direction-but actually moving. Hopefully towards shore, not deeper into the ocean.