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A week of sweeping fogs has passed over and given me a strange sense of exile and desolation. I walk round the island nearly every day, yet I can see nothing anywhere but a mass of wet rock, a strip of surf, and then a tumult of waves.
一个星期的大雾过去了，给我一种奇怪的放逐感和凄凉感。我几乎每天都绕着岛走，但是除了一堆湿漉漉的岩石，一片海浪，然后是汹涌的波涛，我什么也看不见。