Dawn Fraser
was liquid. Aren’t we all? Only when she went to water she was halfway down the
lane before breathing out. Moorabbin Baths was dog-paddle struggle, crawling
for certificates in over-chlorinated water. Peer pressure alone got me to the
other side. Dawn Fraser practised daily, even in July. Her body was one with
the element, unlike the sixes and sevens of her admirers. My favourite strokes
were the bomb and float. I was not a contender. Out of water Dawn Fraser looked
like anybody else. She had disagreeable socio-political opinions and poor
colour coordination, just one of the crowd.
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