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"The dewy grass licked her feet like the wet tongues of small, friendly beasts [...] Her dress trailed behind her; she left a glinting track in her wake. The still air was miraculously clear. Shadowed objects-- a branch, a flower, stood out with dark precision, as if seen through water. She walked on slow, silent feet through the subaqueous night. She breathed tremulously through her mouth, tasting black wine."

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