swimming in an efflorescence of salmon pink.
Ah! Old Sol is taking the plunge, and the sea has turned an unsympathetic indigo, the rollers have lost their graceful outlace & "tender curving lines of creamy spray". Hope is fading from the world & our pipers' gone out.
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Now, about twenty minutes after the sun has disappeared has come the finest part of all, what the natives call the false sunset a sort of afterglow which lights up the western sky, while the rest of the world is