A glamorous morning

A glamorous morning

A package arrived from India. "I love parcels like this," the postmistress said. Wrapped in cotton, soft as a teddy bear, it had been stitched up, with a dribble of brown wax sealing each end. I could smell textile dressing and dust. The package had travelled from desert to desert — from Rajastan’s yellow sands in India to the deep red earth of Central Australia.

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