BONDONI 



We dined just at sunset under a small tree at 

 the very top of the peak. Long bars of light shot 

 through the western clouds; the plain turned from 

 solid earth to a mysterious sea of shifting twilights; 

 the buttes stood up wrapped in veils of soft desert 

 colours; Kilimanjaro hung suspended like a rose- 

 coloured bubble above the abyss beyond the world. 



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