The house was built on the highest part of the narrow tongue
of land between the harbor and the open sea. It had lasted through three
hurricanes and it was built solid as a ship. It was shaded by tall coconut
palms that were bent by the trade wind and on the ocean side you could walk out
of the door and down the bluff across the white sand and into the Gulf Stream.
The water of the Stream was usually a dark blue when you looked out at it when
there was no wind. But when you walked out into it there was just the green
light of the water over that floury white sand and you could see the shadow of
any big fish a long time before he could ever come in close to the beach.
Ernest Hemingway, Islands in the Stream
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