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“to watch and listen and to breathe salty nocturnal air so saturated with want. This late, with most of the lights extinguished,more stars are visible and the foghorn keeps sounding its single note from the breakwater. The men who speak to each other do so in low tones that could be mistaken for reverence. A gull wheels by every now and then, very white against the starry sky, and you can hear the soft swish of bicycle tires until just before dawn.””

M.C. 2004

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