When you were ten or so do you recall the blinding sting and hush of weary gulls? Dark water muffled the world above and youbreathed your first mouthfulof salt.A heavy weight,you were  deadas debris, dead arms, dead legs,  a sun-bleached shell.Entangled, congealed, floating a mass of serpentine green, with flecks of brown and red under you went and surged up, born again hair slick, thick  wi...