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"Each time she succeeded was a time of intoxication: her soul would rise to the surface of her body like a crew charging up from the bowels of a ship, spreading out over the deck, waving at the sky and singing in jubilation."

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  • gentle rain
  • whispers
  • waves against the sand
  • wind rustling leaves
  • distant thunder
  • flames crackling
  • babbling brooks and streams
  • birds chirping, singing
  • waves in a seashell
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