And behind all this human movement the ocean bobbed and folded and slid, for nothing could keep still, not people, not water, not time.
'Treasure!' Kate called again.
'I'm coming,' Peter shouted,'I'm coming!' and he began to sprint towards the water's edge. He felt nimble and weightless as he skimmed across the sand. I'm about to take off, he thought. Was he daydreaming, or was he flying?引自第240页
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