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Poem	People were bathing and posturing themselves on the beach, and all was dreary, great robot limbs, robot breasts, robot voices, robot even the gay umbrellas. But a woman, shy and alone, was washing herself under a tap and the glimmer of the presence of the gods was like lilies, and like water-lilies.
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