Grace

My beautiful, shy, identical (save for our hair) twin Grace clings to the edge of the inflatable blue water bath, the knuckles on her slim fingers as white as marble, the veins on the side of her pipe neck ridged up high, pronounced, exhausted, huge (for her), half-submerged in an imaginary sea, as if she’s a beached whale about to give birth.

Main Photo: Ruth and Grace (shy, right) at the lough