The ancient range of basaltic rock stretched as far as the eye could see. A small banana plantation clung to the edge of sloping ancient stone. A fig tree stood there with ripening fruit, and a coppersmith had settled in it to a leisurely meal. A big flock of sparrows flew in and settled around the barbet, hardly noticing him because his green feathers …
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