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Unmoored
Your "above and beyond"—the moments you liked me— were gulps of salt-tinged air satisfying my lungs between swells. A life vest of shelter, food, strep throat doctor visits bobbed my head, but only above a calm sea. I was alone during storms. Surging waves sucked me under, soaking my lungs in salt water, spinning me in disorienting spirals. And when I finally surfaced,