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Published: September 27th 2006
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Figs ripe and taken to gravity remained like impermanent fossils upon coarse stone steps. Their seeds lay scattered under foot, a purple skin flattened as an insect on the windshield of a desert crossing. Leafy boughs and thick trunks rose from the neighboring courtyards. Wrought-iron fences above waist-high walls bordered the properties’ perimeters. And in the early morning, few wanderers s...
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Dear Sweet Darla
Bennett Dee
a complete stranger who enjoyed your blog
yasos. i'm in athens currently. i love the photo of the shadow of the kritios boy - the most perfect and lovely sculpture i've ever seen!