The Elusive Friend
In Egypt, strangely sleepless after a well-travelled day, I came out of my oasis haven in the Libyan desert one night and walked quietly for an hour in the sands. Not a word, not a sound. I felt I was close to heaven.
In Egypt, strangely sleepless after a well-travelled day, I came out of my oasis haven in the Libyan desert one night and walked quietly for an hour in the sands. Not a word, not a sound. I felt I was close to heaven.
