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The water beckoned; the joy of effortless buoyancy, as she slipped
beneath the surface, brought forth the gift of tears she could not produce
on dry land.
A present returned, a present given.
She pondered,
" It has been many cycles of suns,will I find the place, I have only the faintest memory of ?"
"For now I shall simply swim," she declared,
"The guides will appear, I shall fear not."
With a graceful, forceful thrust, she dove deeper.
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