The river, it's banks as yet untamed wandered languidly through thickets of rush and papyrus. Ibises waded in the shallows; in the deeps hippos rose and sank slowly like pickled eggs.
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- Author's profession: Author, Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: April 28, 1948
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