Monday 12 November 2012

Viewfinder #3


Her tense legs climb step by step to the top of the two diving boards. Calming her nerves, she faintly spots her purple backpack in the stands on the right, with her mother smiling. Standing at the edge she feels a gasp of air push her tiny figure. Pressured, she lifts her arms, aligns her feet, and jumps. 

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