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which, fifty feet away, were crashing into foapi 

 against the cliffs of Nuez. I looked around at the 

 scattering hosts of Xesurus, troggers and angelfish, 

 watched a trio of sharks meandering casually along 

 beyond them, and, with a final gasp of wonder at 

 it all, for the last time in these waters I climbed 

 until my upraised hand thrust the great purple sea- 

 fan into the open air. 



