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WATER SPRITES!


“In Ohio, in that lake, when I was way under water down in the mud, they came looking. Watching me drown. They didn’t care. Their way. Not malicious. Just indifferent. When you came down, they scattered. It was dark but I saw them somehow or other. You never did . . . I carried that all alone—you, and seeing the People—and that was pretty bad later, when nobody else saw them. How I wanted you to see them. But you never did.”

—From A Gift of the People by Robert Sampson


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