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Tammy made the turn for her thirtieth lane. In the water she had no worries, no homework, no boyfriend, no nagging Mom or irritating brother - it was just her and the cool water. She moved with robotic precision but organic fluidity, stroke after stroke nailed to perfection. After years in swim club she wasn't going to compete anymore, but the pool was her therapist. Eighty laps and she was stress free and ready for a day in the office.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 11, 2014.