“Gradually the magic of the island settled over us as gently and
clingingly as pollen. Each day had a tranquillity, a timelessness, about
it, so that you wished it would never end. But then the dark skin of
night would peel off and there would be a fresh day waiting for us,
glossy and colourful as a child’s transfer and with the same tinge of
unreality.”
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