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My friends fan out across the rocks down there. It’s as if they’re watching from the wings of an arena. All of them are facing me. Some nest on towels. Others are on their feet, hands cupped to mouths as they urge me to see this through. They look so tiny, like plastic dolls, while I feel like a god with wings. Perched here on this outcrop in the cliff face, with the sea breeze in my face, I spread my arms wide. And freeze.
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