“What am I doing here?”, the golden existential words came buzzing into my mind as I faced the cold waters. I, who hadn't said a prayer in years, prepared to wash away sins I didn't believe in.
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“What am I doing here?”, the golden existential words came buzzing into my mind as I faced the cold waters. I, who hadn't said a prayer in years, prepared to wash away sins I didn't believe in.