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January 2, 2013

 

 

There was an undercurrent

that needed raising, before

the Sultana went out of her

mind.

All the dried fruit stored in the

cupboard, had disappeared

along with the sugar, which

of course, was refined.

She could hardly berate the

kind servants, as she knew the

Sultan with his sweet tooth,

would prove to be the culprit,

though he’d swear blind he

was telling the truth.

 

 

 

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