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<blockquote data-quote="FredVB" data-source="post: 73582710" data-attributes="member: 259043"><p>Flugo felt stuck with the arrangement he had to meet Bewina at her home ridge, he had meant what he said to his daughters, that he didn't feel ready, too. His thoughts went a lot to Singela, though she was gone now. But he had to have his daughters stay to watch their home shallows longer for this time. He admitted to them, regretting it to himself, he was seeing someone that day, but he would not say who it was. It was bother enough that his daughters would think he was already looking for a romantic partner with this outing.</p><p></p><p>It was a little more distant to Bewina's home ridge than it was to the string of reefs, but Flugo was still not very late in going there after his teaching work. He announced on seeing Bewina, "I am here," and she welcomed him warmly.</p><p></p><p>"Swim over this way, Flugo. I want you to look at this assortment I arranged."</p><p></p><p>As Flugo followed after Bewina's lead, they came to the ledge that extended from this ridge that was her home. On it, among the broken up algae on a wide shell platter, were broken brown husks with with an aromatic white portion extending from each.</p><p></p><p>"What are these?" Flugo asked.</p><p></p><p>Bewina explained, "You have seen the brown spheres that float near to that extension from the floor bottom to above the surface of our waters, right? They can be pulled down and broken against sharp rock, as I have done just a short while ago with one, for sharing with you. A white fluid escapes from it right away, I drink that part up right then. It is wonderful, I hope you can try that sometime. The rest of this is from that broken ball."</p><p></p><p>Flugo did remember seeing these balls, a few times, floating there where she said at the waters surface.</p><p></p><p>She then described the algal arrangement she had prepared, with the names she knew for each kind, for the broken up bits displayed here. There was Ulva, and Cladophora, and little bits of Chlorella.</p><p></p><p>"I understand that you are reserved, still thinking a lot about your loss, and I respect that," Bewina said to him, "still you willingly came at my invitation, and I am so glad. You really should try the various things I prepare. What others say will have you think that with this you are missing what is better. But you don't know what you're really missing. Please try some of this here now, Flugo."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="FredVB, post: 73582710, member: 259043"] Flugo felt stuck with the arrangement he had to meet Bewina at her home ridge, he had meant what he said to his daughters, that he didn't feel ready, too. His thoughts went a lot to Singela, though she was gone now. But he had to have his daughters stay to watch their home shallows longer for this time. He admitted to them, regretting it to himself, he was seeing someone that day, but he would not say who it was. It was bother enough that his daughters would think he was already looking for a romantic partner with this outing. It was a little more distant to Bewina's home ridge than it was to the string of reefs, but Flugo was still not very late in going there after his teaching work. He announced on seeing Bewina, "I am here," and she welcomed him warmly. "Swim over this way, Flugo. I want you to look at this assortment I arranged." As Flugo followed after Bewina's lead, they came to the ledge that extended from this ridge that was her home. On it, among the broken up algae on a wide shell platter, were broken brown husks with with an aromatic white portion extending from each. "What are these?" Flugo asked. Bewina explained, "You have seen the brown spheres that float near to that extension from the floor bottom to above the surface of our waters, right? They can be pulled down and broken against sharp rock, as I have done just a short while ago with one, for sharing with you. A white fluid escapes from it right away, I drink that part up right then. It is wonderful, I hope you can try that sometime. The rest of this is from that broken ball." Flugo did remember seeing these balls, a few times, floating there where she said at the waters surface. She then described the algal arrangement she had prepared, with the names she knew for each kind, for the broken up bits displayed here. There was Ulva, and Cladophora, and little bits of Chlorella. "I understand that you are reserved, still thinking a lot about your loss, and I respect that," Bewina said to him, "still you willingly came at my invitation, and I am so glad. You really should try the various things I prepare. What others say will have you think that with this you are missing what is better. But you don't know what you're really missing. Please try some of this here now, Flugo." [/QUOTE]
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