I’d been scrubbing the deck, and all at once a chap said to me: “Why, there it is.” And I looked up and I saw the outline of the island. I knew right away that there was the place I’d been looking for all my life. Then we came near, and I seemed to recognise it. Sometimes when I walk about it all seems familiar. I could swear I’ve lived here before.
(Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence)
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