Diana cliff jump

Diana looked once more at the wreck and pushed off, running full out, arms pumping, stride long, picking up speed, closing the distance to the cliff’s edge
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But even as she launched herself off the cliff and into the empty sky, she knew part of what drew her on was the challenge of that great gray sea that did not care if she loved it.
Her body cut a smooth arc through the air, pointing like a compass needle, directing her course.  She plummeted toward the water and broke the surface in a clean plunge, ears full of sudden tension, muscles tensed for the brutal impact of the rocks.  None came.  She shot upward, drew in a breath, and swam straight for the boundary, arms slicing through the warm water.