Give me a swim. An ocean, a river, a cold murky pond. I would swim every day if I could, I love the buoyancy, the push and pull, the absenteeism of gravity. One reason I like hotel pools so much, it’s the way adults barely move in them, like we’re all acknowledging it’s simply nice to dip into water. The novelist Iris Murdoch, who won the Booker Prize f…
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