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| | Dreaming Anacapri by John Hanson Mitchell |
 | | The chatter of birds was amplified, and the narrow, twisting road that ascends to Anacapri seemed abnormally vertiginous. |
 | | One afternoon, among the Roman ruins on the heights of Anacapri, he was visited by a dark figure from an indeterminate period of history who said in so many words upon this rock build your villa. |
 | | The bare, goat-tormented hills have grown in; thanks to Munthe, the locals have ceased slaughtering the great migrations of quail that come there every year, and on the unconstricted slopes below the village, the "macchia," the thickets of holly oak, and the olives and myrtles are lush and bird loud. |
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