TO THE SOUTH OF THINGS In silence we come back where the sea, in winter, has dirty colours of sand and salt, and frothy waves, that dim one’s glasses, moved by an African wind full of dust. From the ...
Leggi »TO THE SOUTH OF THINGS In silence we come back where the sea, in winter, has dirty colours of sand and salt, and frothy waves, that dim one’s glasses, moved by an African wind full of dust. From the ...
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