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Illustrate these lines from this BryonySeries book

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You leap into the stream and sink to your neck.

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You splash and splash and catch stringy green heimenta in your fingers.

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Clear droplets blur your sight and trickle to your chin.

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A school of fellini, their aquamarine fins shimmering wet, slurp the heimenta off your fingers and vanish to the bottom of the pond.

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You slosh out of streaming water and the stains of last night’s moon fall away.

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And for writers:

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Zoom meeting of WriteOn Joliet.

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