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It’s Friday, the day after American Thanksgiving. I’m lying on my Mexican blanket in my bathing suit reading from my kindle. I’ve just gone swimming in Barton Springs, a spring-fed municipal pool here in Austin. I gaze up from the words on the tablet to look around and take in the pristine green water, the warmth of the sun on my skin, and the wild priv…
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