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"I don't know," Dwin shrugged, looking down at the little window in the ice-cap, where she had cleared the snow away. "I think that swimming is like walking. You think of walking and then just walk," she said. "I mean... I do not remember ever not being able to walk. Or even learning that. If I had thought about walking as a process, then I would definitely remember, wouldn't I?" she asked, facing Teya now, wondering, if she knew. She had been here before Dwin had been born and she had witnessed, how babies learned the craft of moving their limbs in coordination. 

"What is the first thing you remember? Like the first memory?" Dwin moved to the next subject, while trying to recall herself, what would the answer to this question be.