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The cloud trailed out in one great streamer and slowly circled the ancient sun.
2
Instead a great streamer of torn topsail broke free and curled from its yard like a pale banner.
3
A great streamer of fire, the aurora borealis, purple, green, and yellow, shot across the zenith, bridging horizon to horizon.
4
Great streamers of gas shoot out, and all the space about is lighted by the flaming suns.
5
Great streamers of mist clung to the canopy and it seemed to Pon-lor as if suspended rivers were meandering through the treetops.
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... Golden bridges cross the void in great streamers, one of them flashing beneath us even now.
7
Behind it, and on both sides, there arose great streamers of fire, tongues of flame, red, green, blue, purple, yellow and glaring white.