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He rose and turned toward the lights of town. The tidepools bright as smelterpots among the dark rocks where the phosphorescent seacrabs clambered back. Passing through the salt grass he looked back. The horse had not moved. A ship's light winked in the swells. The colt stood against the horse with its head down and the horse was watching, out there past men's knowing, where the stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.
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In this evocative passage from Cormac McCarthy's "Blood Meridian," the setting captures a moment of reflection as a character observes the serene beauty of nature juxtaposed with the darkness surrounding it. The tidepools shine like molten metal, highlighting the vibrant life amidst the overshadowing rocks and the mysterious presence of phosphorescent sea creatures. This imagery paints a vivid picture of the natural world, filled with both light and shadow.

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