The Dolphin Club was closed, so Lloyd and I changed into our swim trunks on the beach, tucked up against the southern pier of Aquatic Park. After a few minutes of standing in the sun, I waded into the placid water after Lloyd. With my calves covered, I looked north-east towards Alcatraz and imagined what that swim would be like, recounting a childhood f…
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