In Pursuit of a Personal Odyssey by John Greeves

From the stone terrace I see the ancient donkey path as it drops down skirting the edge of white walled houses on its way to the valley plain below and to the Homeric wine-dark sea. An Eleonora falcon hangs in the evening breeze; I breathe deeply, filling my lungs with a fusion of night stock, jasmine and charged feeling of well-being, knowing I’ve returned home. 

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