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A narrow lagoon cut across the town and disappeared in the distance , somewhere in the sandy plain where a third mysterious town Aigues - Mortes ( in Provençal this means ' Dead Waters ) stood on the edge of the lagoon fifteen ...
A narrow lagoon cut across the town and disappeared in the distance , somewhere in the sandy plain where a third mysterious town Aigues - Mortes ( in Provençal this means ' Dead Waters ) stood on the edge of the lagoon fifteen ...
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a number of the town's inhabitants could be counted on one's fingers . We went into a small dark shop . It was empty , but the bell over the door , roused by us from its torpor , tinkled for such a long time that a young Frenchman with ...
a number of the town's inhabitants could be counted on one's fingers . We went into a small dark shop . It was empty , but the bell over the door , roused by us from its torpor , tinkled for such a long time that a young Frenchman with ...
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When leaving for Colchis , to go to Poti , I had , as always , imagined that town to be more attractive than it in fact was . From afar I had pictured it shaded from the burning sun by old walnut trees and mimosas with spreading ...
When leaving for Colchis , to go to Poti , I had , as always , imagined that town to be more attractive than it in fact was . From afar I had pictured it shaded from the burning sun by old walnut trees and mimosas with spreading ...
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Map page | 9 |
The Last Meeting II | 11 |
The Silent Fields | 18 |
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