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           It surrounds me, rushing over me. Water.

        I take a gulping breath. I slowly open my eyes. The light of the moon is shining down on me. A rock is underneath me, poking into my back. I lift myself up, slowly. My head begins to throb. I rub my temples. The pain gradually dies down. I stand shaking, and walk towards a lake. A scream startles me and I trip.

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