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Your flashing waves hold out their arms to me -- / I entangle myself in their silver hair, / And ride with them to catch the wind. / The sun trails bright jewels in the water, / And laughs because I cannot touch them.
As Eepersip journeyed on, the meadow grew dimmer in her mind, and the memory of how the sea had looked grew brighter. She couldn't see it now, for she was in a valley; but she knew that she was going in the right direction. The spring breeze was blowing; it was not cold, and the breeze stirred the air gently, so that it wasn't hot. Occasional whiffs from the meadow came to Eepersip with that breeze; but when the had gone about two miles this fragrance ceased.