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The cluster of green, sugarloaf islands huddles close to the China coast. As the jet airliner glides in, sunlight reflects from the rippled sea, the brown batwing sails of Chinese junks turn in the wind. The travelers look down on rocky hills with terraced fields, deeply indented coves alive with sampans, a wide harbor carrying a honking traffic of freighters, tugs, barges and ferries.
The jet swoops past the great city rising from the water's edge toward the towering Peakshipyards, smoking factories, villas drowned in gardens, balconied tenements, squatters' huts clinging...
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