Quick, here's a pen, get this down will you, before I forget.

My passport was an engraved invitation on expensive parchment paper. Inside a border of fanciful Morrocan ormentation was inscribed in elaborate script the name of the smokeasy: “Au Contraire.”

She bends over the bright feathery foliage to check, yes it is ysterbos, an infallible remedy for kidney disorders, and for something else, but she can't remember other than that the old people treasured their bunches of dried ysterbos.

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