Today the sky and sea are shiny, glazed, and polished; to the east, Capraia can be seen, gray and heavy like the gazes of its inhabitants, while to the west, Capo Mele stands out wonderfully, the eyebrows of people at the windows are distinguishable, and the backdrop consists of the mountains of Monregalese with their snow-capped peaks.
But the day before yesterday, at the port, at dawn, there was no human, the sea like anise, the new houses of strawberry and sugar, the sailing ship of cocoa and dates, the seagulls of cloud, the clouds of dirty cream.
And no human.

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