There was once a strange meeting on a beach where rain made abbreviated rivers to swell the waves.
And we there were luminous too though ill-content for we found ourselves in a hole created by our own weight. All the water in the world was at our feet but, Tantalus like, it could not give us to drink or ever mount high enough to buoy our floundered corpuses out of the depression, nor bear us upside down, like a snuffed candle, going out with the tide.
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