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Black & Green

The ship stood silent in port, externally alive for the lights were on in the large rooms and circles of yellow light came from its sides.  But it was dead.  The motors had stopped throbbing, the gentle vibration had ceased.  And the ship had lost its [[strikethrough]] ch [[/strikethrough]] personality as well, because a strip of gang-plank joined its atmosphere of unreality and enchantment with the grim responsibility of land.  There was a gaping yawn on the [[strikethrough]] port [[/strikethrough]] starboard side.  Four black negroes stood in a small row boat squeezed in the cavity between the boat and the dock.  A flashlight from the ship into the night made the ebony skins shine, and the muscles of their arms quiver more definitely.  Their bodies moved as they lifted startlingly vivid green bananas from the little boat on and into the ship with assurance and rhythm the green fingerlike fruit was passed from negro to negro.  The one white man in the rowboat marked, with a dignified move of his pencil on a paper, as each stalk entered the empty place on the ships side.  There was no expression on the black men's 


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faces;  no change in the lift and fall of their arms.  They were machines, who, the lever having been turned, lifted and passed on their burdens with a regularity and strength which seemed a perfection of beauty.  The black and the green moving in the opaque [[strikethrough]] blackness [[/strikethrough]] darkness.

1.  Black and Green
2.  Grey
3.  Full Moon at Panama, (Miraflores Locks)
4.  Mallorca
5.  Toledo
6.  Return
7.