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    At first sight

    The light splashing of the water was all that could be heard in Bette’s back garden. She had been swimming up and down for 30 minutes or so and had maintained the steady rhythm: 1,2,3 breathe right, 1,2,3 breathe left, her arms were reaching as far ahead of her as possible opening her lungs increasing her breathing capacity and stamina. The fingers of her hand were kept tightly together to form a perfect paddle which she used effortlessly to pull herself in the water. Her stomach muscles were engaged as she was cutting easily through the water. Her legs were straight, her kicking motion  coming from her hips for added power. This was poetry in motion. Swimming had become second nature to Bette almost therapeutic, she could let her mind wander and think things out. Her best ideas always came to her when she was exercising. Endurance exercise had this effect on her, when you reach that plateau of comfort and you can let your mind escape. For this limited time you are at one with yourself, almost like an out of body experience. 
    She was thinking about the upcoming evening. She was actually looking forward to it. She’d see her friends again and catch up. Whether or not tonight she’d connect with someone was irrelevant, she just wanted to chat, laugh and drink….not too much though, she had to work this weekend!
    She finished her last lap and went back inside to get ready.
    Tina had eaten, cleaned up and was finishing her shower. All the injuries she sustained during the car accident had left no visible marks on the outside, the slight burns she had sustained had left no visible scars, the doctors had reassured her. She had lost a lot of weight at first, bedridden and in casts, but the physiotherapy and the return to fitness had sculpted her body back to its former glory. She was an exceptionally good looking woman. Long flowing blond locks, surrounding an angelic face with high cheek bones. She was of average height with a slight, yet toned, frame. Running had kept her in good shape and she felt great.
    She exited her shower and went to get ready. Dana would be here soon. 
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    1. This story is just starting and I love it already. I just want to say this: Thank you so much for sharing your insight about what it is like to be born or to become blind. One can tell you know a lot about the issue, and all the details you are giving us about Tina’s experience and daily routine are very interesting to me. I always love Tibette’s stories of course, but this one is doubly fascinating because of that element. And I thank you for that. PPS! K.

    2. my message got cut off! She really has guts to be stepping out into something totally new and unknown. I’m glad she has Dana. She seems like she’s a great friend. I can’t wait to see what Bette’s reaction is to what Tina just told her..

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