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... cliffs overhanging the sea - though ' stretched ' is perhaps the wrong word : it was so short that you could walk from one end to the other of it in a few minutes . The street was open to the sea , which was beautiful in all weather ...
... cliffs overhanging the sea - though ' stretched ' is perhaps the wrong word : it was so short that you could walk from one end to the other of it in a few minutes . The street was open to the sea , which was beautiful in all weather ...
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... cliffs , like rows of tiny lighthouses with golden beams you could see from far away . Little by little I collected ... cliff . Babel was absent- mindedly throwing pebbles into the sea ; they cracked like pistol shots as they hit the ...
... cliffs , like rows of tiny lighthouses with golden beams you could see from far away . Little by little I collected ... cliff . Babel was absent- mindedly throwing pebbles into the sea ; they cracked like pistol shots as they hit the ...
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... cliff ? And how , without the hammer , could I have flattened the lead for my plummet ? But next to the tin , the ... cliffs . Or dam the spring and make a pool . Or stack driftwood , fishing floats and old boat frames grey with salt ...
... cliff ? And how , without the hammer , could I have flattened the lead for my plummet ? But next to the tin , the ... cliffs . Or dam the spring and make a pool . Or stack driftwood , fishing floats and old boat frames grey with salt ...
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Forerunners of Ostap Bender page | 7 |
Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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