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the sensation
of stepping into a silent man made pool. The trembling flatness of the surface matches well the squareness of the sides. I wonder if it could be a creature. I wonder if it could rise up and take a shape and stretch and yawn, and stalk away with giant strides its footsteps white with dried chlorine it shed on route to water a parched corner by a windswept petrol station.
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