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TIYSL Snapshot: Will there be enough?

* Raindrops skip and spatter against a liquid mirror, cool, not quite cold to the touch. The sun begrudgingly peels back sheets of night, leaping over mountains, racing across the sea, to paint the first breaths of day across his back. He relaxes clenched fist feeling the ocean wrap around him and, if only for a moment, feels unburdened… weightless… and alive. *

Will there be enough water? by The Dead Weather