Emerging from the River Body
Self Portraits on the Chatooga River
The shock of the cold hits me as I repress the urge to gasp underwater. The Chatooga enters my nostrils, flooding my sinuses with an iron tang and mud grits between my teeth as I struggle to hold myself there in suspension between the riverbed and the sticky air above. Some part of my brain is trying to accurately assess time to align with the camera’s …
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