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Her terrace was the sand / And the palms and the twilight.
She made of the motions of her wrist / The grandiose gestures / Of her thought.
The rumpling of the plumes / Of this creature of the evening / Came to be sleights of sails / Over the sea.
And thus she roamed / In the roamings of her fan,
Partaking of the sea, / And of the evening, / As they flowed around / And uttered their subsiding sound.