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In Qala (pronounced Ala)

I stopped opposite the steps

of the ancient church.

Time to chill, relax

take in some sun,

some local beer.

The smell of Gozitan cuisine

wafting on the promise

of a reasonably priced menu.

The lady who runs the place

leaning through the hatch in the door

explaining her purpose.

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