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EVERY WEEK, WE bring you a round-up of the best longreads of the past seven days in Sitdown Sunday.
And now, every weeknight, we bring you an evening longread to enjoy which will help you to escape the news cycle.
We’ll be keeping an eye on new longreads and digging back into the archives for some classics.
Wendell Steavenson found that after a break-up and a death, swimming in the very cold sea helped.
(The Guardian, 21 mins reading time)
I put off deciding, walked out a little deeper, the water sloshed icy against my knees, my thighs. After a minute or two, my legs seemed to get used to the temperature. But when the sea lapped my stomach, the cold stabbed and stung. I swayed, delayed defeat. Stood for a long time with the sea around my hips, hesitating, and then, in a moment of suspended thought, I let go. Perhaps it was easier to give in to the sea than to the self-reproach of allowing it to get the better of me. Suddenly, there I was, chest heaving with rapid shallow breaths, arms beating a frantic breaststroke – swimming.
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