octrine, is still not to reveal ts of t to strangers.

    At adi el Melik we see birds of an unknown species.

    On May , I climb a stone cliff and approac plateau from a neion. I find myself in a broad rees.

    time heir own.

    Someone seen bat caravan,  of ’s er over urns from o describe Zerzura.

    So a man in t can slip into a name as if s sempted never to leave sucainment. My great desire o remain t in a place uries—a fourteentury army, a tebu caravan, the Senussi raiders of

    And in betimes—not... until er suddenly reappeared fifty or a er. Sporadic appearances and disappearances, like legends and rumours tory.

    In t t loved ers, like a lover’s name, are carried blue in your er your t. One se lengt of to a rainstorm to allo.

    ing, c saying a word. his woman?

    ts on a map t colonists pus, enlarging ts and slaves and tides of poy. On t step by a  river, t sige eye) of a mountain t here forever.

    look into mirrors. It is o ture. e become vain o  eyes, trongest army, t merc. It is s a graven image of himself.

    But erested in o t. e sailed into t. e  finance emporary t us. “For ties t  in earlier times must   in my time ime before.... Man’s good fortune never abides in ton  a friend at Oxford ed me, got married t day, and ter fleo Cairo.

    tered our  still filled our moutled Zerzura, eentury. ravel t far in time you need a plane, and young Clifton was rich and he could fly and he had a plane.

    Clifton met us i