bin ali

But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,/ Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,/ I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;/ I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,/ And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,/ And in short, I was afraid
T S Eliot, The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock

A few mounds away from the sea, the tomb of Bin Ali rises out of a landscape of ancient graveyards

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