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A pool of water, still as glass, reflects glances from a car window, shimmers in rear-view mirrors and wistful stares at receding hedgerows. Absorbs the sunrise, debates the sunset, is suspended above a bed of warm blankets, is laid gently over a pie crust or the barking frolic of a god. The spell is broken, …

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