All I could think about was the day when my mother went crazy on the beach and nearly drowned because no lifeguard was going to tell her how far out she could go. Later, she told me that breathing underwater was like blowing the biggest balloons.
Watching Soap Operas with the Repo Men
Felicia C. Sullivan
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This, right here… is a short story in and of itself. I can simply sense the unstable fluttering of the mother trapped in her own skin through the innocent memory of a child.

Felicia, the visuals you created here are very unique and the subtlety of tone seals the deal. Very powerful. W

Well done!

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