Karpathian Jones
September 16th 2006 Night was falling. Surrounded by clothed peoples, new country and the craggy coastline I have come to familiarize with Greece, I hopped a rock-stacked wall and slipped out of sight. With the guidance of twilight casting a mellow shadow passed each stone, I tumbled down a hill and stepped onto a wind-drift patio; desolate, dirty, with piles of dried eucalyptus and bougainvillea tassels spinning r
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