But the island on which I was cast away was quite another place: a great rocky hill with a flat top, rising… — J. M. Coetzee
But the island on which I was cast away was quite another place: a great rocky hill with a flat top, rising sharply from the sea on all sides except one, dotted with drab bushes that never flowered and never shed their leaves.
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