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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-11-26 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | So the water still rises then? Up the walls, all through the autumn, splashes into coastline and bridges. And you don't wish to float away? Trot down the cellar stairs and excavate that huge old suitcase. All you once needed for a deep dive is there. On top that rubber suit, and two air cylinders. Underneath though, you'll detect lagoons, coral reefs, undersea volcanoes and those good old gills from time beyond memory. You'll just have to put them on to feel that nice and tight fit. Seconds before you pry the window open a sound reaches your ears; the soft caress of waves against the facade. And you find yourself going with the flow.
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