“Warm, gentle winds blew and blew, and the loamy soil swirled playfully about before shifting, oh, so slightly. Then, little by little, piece by piece, remnants of the City were unearthed by curious people who had come from faraway lands. A stone tablet, a shard of pottery, portions of a shattered statue and pieces of beautifully painted tiles. A bust of a woman, who could she possibly be?”
Book:Imagining Nefertiti