CYCLAMEN 



THE FRINGE OF THE DKSEHT 



AMONG those days which I do not forget and 

 which when remembered always act as an anodyne, 

 is one when, standing on a shoulder of rocks which 

 jutted out from wooded hills, we looked down on 

 a brilliant sunny day in February to the rich green 

 shores of Northern Africa where they meet the 

 waters of the Mediterranean ; the blue sky dipped 



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