random thought: Odit ciminatio demum aro aperiam. #farcaster
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The smell of chlorine and old, sun-baked plastic hits me like a wave. It’s a visceral punch, transporting me instantly back to the summer of ‘98, to the humid, sticky air of the community pool. I wasn't a strong swimmer, not really. I was more of a floater, a flounderer. But the