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I caught a glimpse of rich dark reds , blue and a splash of yellow , before the voluminous folds of the old man's white pantaloons hid the rug from my sight . I asked Ahmed when we should arrive at Kerman . Tonight perhaps , he said ...
I caught a glimpse of rich dark reds , blue and a splash of yellow , before the voluminous folds of the old man's white pantaloons hid the rug from my sight . I asked Ahmed when we should arrive at Kerman . Tonight perhaps , he said ...
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The air was full of the milky darkness of summer , not the solid rough dark of winter , and as the boy moved to pull in his head from the open window , something seemed to shimmer down from the sky over the far hill .
The air was full of the milky darkness of summer , not the solid rough dark of winter , and as the boy moved to pull in his head from the open window , something seemed to shimmer down from the sky over the far hill .
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This little girl wakes up in the morning , but it is still night , because her world is always dark . ... THE ROYAL LONDON SOCIETY FOR THE BLIND cannot turn darkness into light , but they are turning loneliness into friendship ...
This little girl wakes up in the morning , but it is still night , because her world is always dark . ... THE ROYAL LONDON SOCIETY FOR THE BLIND cannot turn darkness into light , but they are turning loneliness into friendship ...
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Summer 1959 | 307 |
BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES vii | 377 |
AUTUMN FIELDS by Noel Blakiston | 385 |
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