As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewt — Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
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As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewter inkpot, rising out of the haze to the north of where I was treading water.

— Eric Newby, Love and War in the Apennines
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