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717	Hearn, Lafcadio	Chita: A Memory of Last Island			.txt	text/plain	26221	1648	80	the little steamer strives to reach the grand blaze of blue open water steamer to the sea-islands to-day, you are tolerably certain to enter some long point of sea-marsh, widely fringed with billowing sand. the sand began to move with the wind, stinging faces like a continuous green sea, and over the far-flooded shell-reefs, where the huge white little bayou that continually vomited foul water into the sea. Rain and a blind sky and a bursting sea Feliu and his men, Miguel and preparations for the morning meal, as Feliu, nude, like a marine god, long silk fringes of the child's eyes overlapped, shadowed her little eyes again, in a weary way, to sky or sea. --"The world is like the sea: those who do not know how to swim in it white shadow of the San Marco's sail upon the blue water;--all day long	./cache/717.txt	./txt/717.txt