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Anna hailed a bus. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. Just. The beachcomber, the lowest in the human scale; and some day he would enter into this estate. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. Of course, one doesn’t like to talk about things until there are things to talk about.
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