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I follow Father down the path towards the precipice knowing the exact moment he will pause, turn, and beckon. It’s a routine played out since I was old enough to learn to hold my breath underwater without panicking, ever since I first slipped the rubbery mask over my nose, and was able to carry the long fins myself.
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