He gulped one last breath of air before the water engulfed him. It was cold, freezing cold, and it numbed his skin. Moving his arms and legs he swam some distance before he surfaced.
The waterfall gushed swimming pools of water only a few strokes away. Morning light shimmered upon the slow moving current. Needing a rest, the man floated on his back and watched the lush green leaves dance in the breeze. Moments passed by as he pondered what he needed to do when he returned home, what his love asked of him, and the meaning behind it all.
At last he decided to return. Stroke and stroke he pushed himself upstream. He lingered one last second before he leaped out of the river. Liquid streamed down his skin as he moved from the shore to the grass above. His hand swept across the ground to pick up his towel. Quickly he dried his body off. Loose garments glided over his body. With one last glance at the water, the man returned to where he had come from.
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