There were twelve dishes of lamb cooked in different rich sauces, with a monster bowl of strange oddments, which I imagine also belonged to the private life of a sheep, floating in rich gravy.
Rosita ForbesThe red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan.
Rosita ForbesThat is the charm of the map. It represents the other side of the horizon where everything is possible.
Rosita ForbesThe curly red lines across the African deserts had the fascination of a magnet, and I hoped fervently that the pioneers who were writing their names over the blank spaces, would leave just one small desert for me.
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