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Meanwhile,letusabolishthetickingoftime’sclockwithoneblow.Comecloser.’
Thesunhadnowsunklowerinthesky.Theislandsofcloudhadgainedindensityanddrewthemselvesacrossthesunsothattherockswentsuddenlyblack,andthetremblingseahollylostitsblueandturnedsilver,andshadowswereblownlikegreyclothsoverthesea.Thewavesnolongervisitedthefurtherpoolsorreachedthedottedblacklinewhichlayirregularlyuponthebeach.Thesandwaspearlwhite,smoothedandshining.Birdsswoopedandcircledhighupintheair.Someracedinthefurrowsofthewindandturnedandslicedthroughthemasiftheywereonebodycutintoathousandshreds.Birdsfelllikeanetdescendingonthetree-tops.Hereonebirdtakingitswayalonemadewingforthemarshandsatsolitaryonawhitestake,openingitswingsandshuttingthem.
Somepetalshadfalleninthegarden.Theylayshell-shapedontheearth.Thedeadleafnolongerstooduponitsedge,buthadbeenblown,nowrunning,nowpausing,againstsomestalk.Throughalltheflowersthesamewaveoflightpassedinasuddenflauntandflashasifafincutthegreenglassofalake.Nowandagainsomelevelandmasterlyblastblewthemultitudinousleavesupanddownandthen,asthewindflagged,eachbladeregaineditsidentity.Theflowers,burningtheirbrightdiscsinthesun,flungasidethesunlightasthewindtossedthem,andthensomeheadstooheavytoriseagaindroopedslightly.
Theafternoonsunwarmedthefields,pouredblueintotheshadowsandreddenedthecorn.Adeepvarnishwaslaidlikealacqueroverthefields.
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