I was with friends on Bear Island, off the North Carolina coast. Separately, we explored the beach. I was a long way from the rest of the group when I decided to swim. I made my way through the rough surf to deeper water. I floated and paddled around in the swells. When I tried to return to shore, I couldn't. For every crest of a wave that propelle…
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