Sierra takes about 15-20 beats before she leaps into the green-black water below. Clustered behind the empty propane tanks there is a group of young men smoking pot. She emerges in an intimate tangle of pink lacy fabric. Exhilarated, my breath catches as if I had leapt in with her. I came up for air, and I knew we nailed it. I don’t even remember taking the photos.

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