The Island. Over the water in the darkness before dawn a little boat comes gliding. Without a word a man and a woman step ashore and, shouldering their yokes and pails, trudge across the fields to a spring that lies perhaps a mile inland. When the pails are full they trudge back to the boat, push off without a word and row across the heaving water to an island several miles from shore, a cold rock whelmed in the cold waters of Japan's Inland Sea. There they take up their pails again and, sweating...
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