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Comments about Lawrence Durrell
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Delos
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For Diana Gould
On charts they fall like lace, Islands consuming in a sea Born dense with its own blue: And like repairing mirrors holding up Small towns and trees and rivers To the still air, the lovely air: From the clear side of springing Time,
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