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This came from something that Lewis zei about this holiday - about having faced his fear of swimming in deep water see linky ... Sitting on the side of the boat, Lewis was tense, trepidatious. The boot swayed from side to side. He looked at the water again, just like he’d told himself not to. The waterwas so black beneath them, extending for hundreds of feet, hundreds of metres, miles, forever. Lewis knew he had to get in at some point.He couldn’t back out now. His throat was tight with fear. He told himself to get a grip. The basic, animal part of...
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