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It was something to see the sun set in its last sullen fusion of gold. To think of the relentless rays of the sun beating from above & burning from below. The only way out of it is the few hours of the evening when the sun takes his hands off you & you slip through his fingers into the night. It is the custom of the Arabs at sundown to turn their heads towards towards Mecca & give thanks. Well they might do so - for such a release.
Sand powdered Egypt.
Pungent smell of a camel.
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