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She touched her fingertip to his wet face and brought away a tear. Amazed, he did the same. He tasted this river his own eyes had rained.”It tastes of salt!” he exclaimed. “It tastes like the sea!””Mine too!” she laughed through her own tears, and he touched and tasted hers as well. “It’s as if humans kept a sign of the mother sea in ourselves, a secret token of grief or gladness.
