Where You Breathe, page 7 of 12

Pip floats alone in deep blue water inside a tall open column of pale light coming down from above, small, loose-limbed and entirely at rest.

The water opens, and holds, and asks nothing of him.

Pip breathes.

The sea goes through him like morning through a door.

Where you breathe, he thinks. Where you breathe.

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