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You swim for almost an hour, reaching the opposite side tired and out of breath. Your package of clothing sloshes on the ground as you toss it on shore. You're fairly certain there's no chance anything made it across dry.

"Aaye!" A short, slim young man with yellow hair and blue eyes calls out to you from down shore. He waves as he approaches. "Yallume! Oio naa elealla alasse' Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?"

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  1. AlexMay 9, 2010 at 8:25 PM

    I stand on the shore, knees bent with my hands resting on my thighs, trying to catch my breath (and acclimate myself to being an upright human again). I'm exhausted.

    As I catch my breath I nod in acknowledgment at the man and half-heartedly wave back. Then I squat by my bundle, untie it, and begin wringing out my drenched clothes.

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