The night was deliciously still, an occurrence rare in the Cyclades where summers are riotously gusty and winters prone to punishing gales. I was going to the island of Syros on the eve of the celebration of St. Nicholas on December 6th. I chose to arrive in a ship which was laboriously bound for Kavala in Northern Greece 26 hours after its arrival in Syros, stopping at several islands where it would disgorge a load of woe begotten teenage soldiers commencing their military service and a chorus ...
The night was deliciously still, an occurrence rare in the Cyclades where summers are riotously gusty and winters prone to punishing gales. I was going to the island of Syros on the eve of the celebration of St. Nicholas on December 6th. I chose to arrive in a ship which was laboriously bound for Kavala in Northern Greece 26 hours after its arrival in Syros, stopping at several islands where it would disgorge a load of woe begotten teenage soldiers commencing their military service and a chorus ...
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