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Text: I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done. An offering of crimson flowed into the water below - a wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away. Like every hope I've ever had, like every dream I've ever known, it washed away in a tide of longing: a longing for a better world - from my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea. Each paragraph will be a test.

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