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home coming Sybille Bedford h e Naples boat was on time. The crossing — it was May — had not been too gruelling. Lightly one stepped ashore and into the funicular, and after a......

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The engine dies. The dream has by degree Come to where the green is lightening, the rocks Are somewhere in the civil distance — sea Is moving up in mist, a paradox Within this......