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           Thesunhadnotyetrisen.Theseawasindistinguishablefromthesky,exceptthattheseawasslightlycreasedasifaclothhadwrinklesinit.Graduallyastheskywhitenedadarklinelayonthehorizondividingtheseafromtheskyandthegreyclothbecamebarredwiththickstrokesmoving,oneafteranother,beneaththesurface,followingeachother,pursuingeachother,perpetually.

           Astheynearedtheshoreeachbarrose,heapeditself,brokeandsweptathinveilofwhitewateracrossthesand.Thewavepaused,andthendrewoutagain,sighinglikeasleeperwhosebreathcomesandgoesunconsciously.Graduallythedarkbaronthehorizonbecameclearasifthesedimentinanoldwine-bottlehadsunkandlefttheglassgreen.Behindit,too,theskyclearedasifthewhitesedimenttherehadsunk,orasifthearmofawomancouchedbeneaththehorizonhadraisedalampandflatbarsofwhite,greenandyellowspreadacrosstheskylikethebladesofafan.Thensheraisedherlamphigherandtheairseemedtobecomefibrousandtotearawayfromthegreensurfaceflickeringandflaminginredandyellowfibreslikethesmokyfirethatroarsfromabonfire.Graduallythefibresoftheburningbonfirewerefusedintoonehaze,oneincandescencewhichliftedtheweightofthewoollengreyskyontopofitandturnedittoamillionatomsofsoftblue.Thesurfaceoftheseaslowlybecametransparentandlayripplingandsparklinguntilthedarkstripeswerealmostrubbedout.