Sirens fade, Doppler-distant. Dive teams who donned dry-suits now peel the black neoprene from their lily legs like WPC strip-o-grams teasing down stockings. A veil lies fruitlessly in the fertile mud. Further downstream a flaccid inflatable man floats half-submerged. Waltzing alone in an eddy, he was not to be used as a life-saving device.
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