Net Snapper: End of the Line
"...The fish that once shot forth like an arrow across a huge lake on the plateau, That would stretch out as straight as a spear, cruising back and forth between the sacred sites, Would see its stream seep into the sand, its lake shrink into a puddle, Till at last, it wound up curled in a little plash, at the mercy of passing pilgrims."
(Passive)
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