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There he arrived like a pioneer, for the bay was inaccessible froreen, cold water on to sand that was pure as

the shoulders of Helena, out of the shadow of the archway into the

sunlight, on to the glistening petal of this blossoht how the sea had drunk with its

cold lips deeply of his war himself down on the sand that

was soft and war

with glad pride at having conquered also this small, inaccessible

sea-cave, creeping into it like a white bee into a white virgin blosso, for its bee

The sand arm to his breast, and his belly, and his arreat body he cleaved to Al

under hi Then he turned his face to the sun, and

laughed All the while, he hugged the warm body of the sea-bay beneath

him He spread his hands upon the sand; he took it in handfuls, and let

it run sers

'Surely,' he said to hiain on the war all the ware wonder of sht of cold his hand

encountered as he burrowed under the surface wrist-deep In the end he

found the coldHe pushed in his

hands again and deeper, enjoying the almost hurt of the dark, heavy

coldness For the sun and the white flower of the bay were breathing and

kissing hi him in their warm concave, like a bee in a

flower, like hi like the war near and