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by Sharmagne Leland-St.John The sign read We tried to hide our disappointment Remembering the day we found it tucked away in the labyrinthine winding alleys on a side street off Goumenio Square On summer nights in the short space of time it took us to fall in love An arbour of bougainvillea dropped paper thin petals onto the mustard coloured table cloths As we indulged ourselves in drinking spicy Moshofilero wine with its rose garden bouquet steamed cockles, fava beans, zucchini blossoms stuffed with feta then fried in fruity extra virgin olive oil The scent of freshly zested lemons weaving perfume into the salt sea-breeze aroma surrounding the terra cotta potted courtyard garden with its views of the Aegean in the near-distance and Delos on the ginger sailboat-dotted horizon We came back on our honeymoon only to find this chapter in our book of memories was "Closed For The Season"
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