The Diver

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By Solene

The crowd pauses, time stops, and when she thinks she is ready, she jumps off the edge of the highest diving board, pushing her feet into the air, while everyone stares without a noise. Breath held, it all happens so fast, yet incredibly slow, and while floating there, she turns and spins and rushes to the ground, in a perpendicular form, through the roar of the crowd, into the water without a splash. -- Solene

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