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Think of dark water, in a lagoon, at dusk;
think of reflections on the surface, broken, reforming -reflections of the trees, reflections of houses, reflections of people by the shore, reflections of you, looking at and into the water and thinking of reflections;
think of large unknown fish; think of a drowned thing, rising.
This is the way they drift up.'
from 'Short Stories' by Margaret Atwood