3 generations in Dalyan ©TriciVenola 7/15 Purdane

This sun-browned grandmother’s hair was so white it seemed a halo, around sapphire eyes in deep black shadows. Her brown-eyed daughter rowed me from the dock past the ruined tombs. While I was drawing the mother and daughter, here came the big freckled granddaughter Purdane, whose eyes and hair were amber. They lived in a

place so lush and beautiful it put a lump in my throat, with pale green water full of rushes under overhanging trees. Across from their home are sheer saffron cliffs, planed by the ancients for tombs.

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