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In the sunset light the earth was burning red, and all the heat of the day rose concentrated from the pale stones. The land was strangely limited in colour. It had nothing to set against the bright earth but the grey-brown of myall, the grey of dead wood, and the tender peacock-green of the empty sky.

(Randolph Stow, The Merry-Go-Round in the Sea, 12)

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