There is no single moment in which you come ashore. There is water that reaches your mouth less and less often. There is ground that touches your foot every so often and disappears.
For a long time I did not believe it was the shore, because I had imagined rescue as something sudden. The rescue was dull. It was slow.
It consisted in the fact that one day we were simply standing next to each other in the kitchen, as though nothing had happened, although everything had.
And you?
Has rescue in your life been dull and slow?
Was there one moment when you felt ground under your feet?
Can you stand beside someone in the kitchen as if nothing had happened?
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