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Greetings, Clarks World citizens. Welcome to podcast number four for the month of March, 2022 issue 186.

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and every month. Our story is titled The Memory of Water and is by Tegan Moore.

Tegan Moore is an aspiring farmer in western Washington. She enjoys hot pot, sun breaks, and lizards.

You can find Tegan Moore at the website alarmhat.com. And if you like what you hear, you can go back to

strange comfort. So my dear listener, hope you can sit back, relax, and let me tell you a story.

James had always been able to tell when Camille was eavesdropping. Even though she kept her eyes

carefully focused on the messages on her band, while she poked at the remains of her salad,

it would not have fooled him. He wouldn't scold her in public, but as soon as she scraped out of

her heels at the entrance to their quarters, the air would have been humid with the upgrading to come.

Good thing James was dead. These kids said the speaker. He was older but

ageless with the fine skin and hair that were tells of first-generation age management technology.

His reedy voice betrayed his age. Kids with their own kids. They think it's supposed to be like this.

His gesture swept the dark window beside him. His companion nodded, eyes lowered,

then lifted his beer to drink. Both men wore the Marine Science Conference's lanyards

around their necks, with gold, filigreeed edges indicating they were honorees.

Many of the conference lanyards were the same, worn by long retired professors and scientists,

more interested in the ocean soaking pools and cocktail lounges than the attractions.

A good thing. It kept the lines down for everyone else.

You say fishing, the man continued. These kids, they think of a game, an app.

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