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Sep 2013
“…we sat awhile longer - until the mere stain that marked the course of the sun disappeared where it had fallen with graceful purpose.  We sat until the tide weighed heavy under our chins; the last touch of space outside our liquid surroundings left my finger tips as I was forced downward with diluted gravitation. I sank slowly to sense the pressure with ease, and opened my eyes to see what I’m seeing now.”
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Allyse Bégin
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Allyse Bégin  Canada
(Canada)   
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     ---, James Jarrett, --- and st64
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