A dim light glimmers in the water, marking the pool's end. Sea green tiles on the pool floor count my progress; I am 32 laps, 14 drills, and many thoughts in. Images of patients float in and out of my mind: a sweet scented baby, a body in a parking lot. I try to fathom the unfathomable. As I near the pool's end, I exhale sharply, flip and push my feet off the wall. I feel the cold splash of the water as I start lap 33. My warm body against chlorine cool reminds me of other contrasts and contradictions between hot and cold.
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