a grumpy gift: Don’t Drown — She’s in Prison

He told me how the waves felt out there, like sliding down the road on a patch of ice, screaming for traction, and swallowing a gallon of water instead. These were the years he’d survived, years of betrayal, heartbreak, hunger, loss, thrashing in the ocean tethered to a surfboard, fighting to resurface before having any hope […]

via Don’t Drown — She’s in Prison

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