"...that sense of collision...as though he had come upon some kind of crossroads, no, as though he were himself a crossroads, a place where caravans met, freighted with heavy goods, come from far places, colliding there with others come from different far places, headed elsewhere: pack-trains, merchants with jewel sewn in their clothing, dark nomads from nowhere carrying nothing, imperial couriers, spies, lost children."
Aegypt
John Crowley
Evocative in meaning and just a gorgeous passage.
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