The Two Shores, page 9 of 12

Pip stands in the thin foam at the water's edge under a great sky, one small pale mark far out on the sea, still and easy.

The foam came up to his feet and left again, twice, like something keeping in practice.

He stood in it without measuring anything.

Out past everything, a paleness rose, and sank, and was gone before the word for it came.

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