Noel Runyan

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THE sun had risen to its full height. It was no longer half seen and guessed at, from hints and gleams, as if a girl couched on her green sea mattress tired her brows with water-globed jewels that sent lances of opal-tinted light falling and flashing in the uncertain air like the flanks of a dolphin leaping, or the flash of a falling blade.
The Waves
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