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I feel it, first as a stir,turning deep in the murky water.Surfaces up for air, a twitchon the lake in my head.A flip, and it disappears.
We watch them, hypnotized.Pale and mysterious,They rise and fall. Joe says“They look like ghosts.”
Sirens! The cry went round the shipas swift as if they'd sighted homeand every sailor felt the grip