The Edge of Running Water

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We stood and looked at each other. Drops of water fell from her body like fragments of light, and for an instant it seemed to me that there had been nothing whatever prior to this moment, that we had swum out of some infinite reservoir of being until we were stranded on the shore of the world.

— William Sloane, The Edge of Running Water

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