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Past the village flowed the river […] waiting for the swimmer

to come again on his way to the climax of his adventurous life,

and to the end for which he had been made.

I Heard The Owl Call My Name, Margaret Craven

The dead are […] looking down through the glass bottom boats

of heaven as they row themselves slowly through eternity.

“The Dead”, Billy Collins