The desert could not be claimed or owned–it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, and given a hundred shifting names... Its caravans, those strange rambling feasts and cultures, left nothing behind, not an ember. All of us, even those with European homes and children in the distance, wished to remove the clothing of our countries. It was a place of faith. We disappeared into landscape.
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Michael Ondaatje was a contemporary Canadian novelist and poet. Philip Michael Ondaatje is a Ceylon-born Canadian poet, fiction writer and essayist. Read more on Wikipedia →