The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced.
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