Berenice Stories

Short Stories by John Oakes

THE DYERS

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Down by Tripoli harbour, opposite the Arch of Marcus Aurelius, you could watch little donkey carts loaded with newly dyed wool arrive. The dyers plunged the skeins in the sea water and the surplus dyes washed off the wool and spread out across the harbour. They dyers wrung the skeins out, piled them back on the carts and trotted them away to dry.

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Written by johnoakes

October 20, 2011 at 10:00 am

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