GOING SWIMMINGLY
Mar 19, 2020
2 minutes
I’m racing to get to Sea Point pool. But the traffic is dire. I risk a glance sideways. The driver next to me is hunched over the wheel, his jaw muscles working furiously. I moan my Zen into the early-morning exhaust fumes – there is no traffic – you are the traffic. If I don’t get to the pool quick-sticks, another swimmer will get
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