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Like the chambered nautilus, its shell was a logarithmic spiral. A wall of rough sandstone and aquamarine glass cullet twisted up fifty feet to an oil-drill-stem mast from which a floating roof was hung by the stainless-steel struts of World War II biplanes. You slid in with the humid air from the ravine outside to stroll a terraced garden of pools and plants, over which suspended and carpeted pods for living and sleeping drifted like clouds.
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