text_original: It was always the same in the summer heat  a phantom ocean of water. Garry's eyes loved to follow the quivering blue expanse that seemed so cool and deep. It rippled softly away to end in a line of white, like distant breakers on the horizon's rolling dunes.
text_transcription: IT WAS ALWAYS THE SAME IN THE SUMMER HEAT A PHANTOM OCEAN OF WATER GARY'S EYES LOVED TO FOLLOW THE QUIVERING BLUE EXPANSE THAT SEEMED SO COOL AND DEEP IT RIPPLED SOFTLY AWAY TO END IN A LINE OF WHITE LIKE DISTANT BREAKERS ON THE HORIZON'S ROLLING DUNES
phonemes: ɪt wʌz ˈɔːlweɪz ðə sˈeɪm ɪnðə sˈʌmɚ hˈiːt ɐ fˈæntəm ˈoʊʃən ʌv wˈɔːɾɚ. ɡˈæɹiz ˈaɪz lˈʌvd tə fˈɑːloʊ ðə kwˈɪvɚɹɪŋ blˈuː ɛkspˈæns ðæt sˈiːmd sˌoʊ kˈuːl ænd dˈiːp. ɪt ɹˈɪpəld sˈɔftli ɐwˈeɪ tʊ ˈɛnd ɪn ɐ lˈaɪn ʌv wˈaɪt, lˈaɪk dˈɪstənt bɹˈeɪkɚz ɔnðə hɚɹˈaɪzənz ɹˈoʊlɪŋ dˈuːnz.