It was a difficult year, with a lot of loss. That’s why I look forward to the holidays. While most stock up on the latest gifts and treats, I go for a swim. The pool is empty, except for a few. Shivering, I pass the lifeguard and mumble “good morning”. “Good morning, dear lady,” he replies with a soft face. When I step into the bath, warm tears roll down my cheeks in the chlorinated water.
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A version of this article also appeared in the December 31, 2022 newspaper
