Sailin’ Shoes by Ellen Austin-Li
I had lost so much after that May night in 1978 — my summer on the Cape, the college man with whom I had fallen in love, my spleen and part of my liver, and three days of consciousness. Above all of these, I had lost the youthful cloak of invincibility that had seen me through countless daring escapades, mostly fueled by alcohol. I was left raw and vulnerable.
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