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"One'd think it rained fares, as well as blowed great guns. "I think the natives saw you coming out of the lagoon, one dawn. \" She waved. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon.
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