The river
It lures
Deep and clear.
Poised on the rock
I
Reach out
To point of no return
Eyes fixed
Caught intensity
A moment suspended in time
Lost in penetrating cold
Until rhythm is found
To breathe again
And submerged
Warmth returns.
Cold Water
Running in the slow lane
My Devon Life 
What a beautiful place this is, Ruth!
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It truly is – the River Dart just above Buckfast Abbey Devon . One time my friend had a kingfisher fly past her while swimming ; one day I swam to far bank and watched a dipper for ten minutes bobbing along the edge of the rocks in and out
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