am recalling now how during that last spring {forever} we walked together at full moon, overcome by the soft dazed air of the city, the quiet ablutions of water and moonlight that polished it like a great casket. An aerial lunacy among the deserted trees of the dark squares, and the long dusty roads reaching away from midnight to midnight, bluer than oxygen.
( Lawrence Durrell )
[ The Alexandria Quartet ]
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