@Clintbling 25 August 2020 more from that month

She asked if she could touch my scars, and I said it was okay. She ran her fingers over them like they were puppies, really softly, like she was afraid she might open them up again. “I don’t have any scars,” she said, and she sounded kind of sad. “Do you remember almost drowning?” “I remember everything was green and quiet,” she said. “At first—when the air ran out—my chest burned. But then the pain went away, and everything was really quiet. I felt like I was flying."