Holly Oaks shaded the shepherds' path -
I rubbed wild thyme between my fingers -
A tortoise slept near a shining tree -
The rock we walked upon held fast the heat of a pagan sun -
A bird sang amongst the pines -
Far below us the turquoise sea lapped timeworn stone -
White yachts sailed between the islands -
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Thursday 10 May 2018
A hilltop, high above Cleopatra's bath
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