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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 7 Anemones. Bright animals, flowering. Puffer. Parrot fish. Euphoric and finny Clayton goes kicking off over the worn patina of the hulks. Sand dollars. An hour alone in the coral. Fiddler crab. Back toward those queer box lights. Underwater ledge-follow paisley creatures to a lode of bright fish--then the imbalance, a pique from being down: big childish tears, a hand to his heart and a goggle-eyed look, seeing what the Frenchman is doing to February. Shortest midsummer night. Surfacing. The mildly cyanotic faces of the divers. Drift in the 10,000 islands of the Bay of Florida. Sudden running lights, a spotlight across the water. No smugglers. They rock in the wake of Armstrong off to his customshouse. Lightening. Morningstar. Lullabies in the rookeries of Tavernier. Beached. |