ocr: stumbled a little woozily up the beach, clambering over the boulders of quietly hallucinatory colours, and then from my new vantage point saw Mark away in the distance on his knees and peering into an old log. Moulting little blue penguin, he said when at last I reached him. What?' Isaid. Where?' 'In the log,' - he said. 'Look.
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