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"The rains are rhythmic, coming religiously in the afternoons (after lunch has been eaten but before tea, so that the nights are washed clean-black with bright pinpoints of silver starlight hanging over a restless, grateful earth)."
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Source: Alexandra Fuller (2014). “Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight: Picador Classic”, p.202, Pan Macmillan
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