She stepped into the cool night water, prepared to lose herself and find herself all at once. To just keep walking and disappear over the edge into a new world, or into nothingness. Either way, she was ready to surrender and let go.

"Nightswimming, remembering that night

September's coming soonI'm pining for the moon

And what if there were twoSide by side in orbit

Around the fairest sun?T

hat bright, tight forever drumCould not describe nightswimming"

R.E.M

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