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It was a scene to gladden even the most jaded cruise director. The open-air movie was filled to capacity with a bronzed, relaxed audience. In the swimming pool near by, energetic types were splashing away at water polo. From the "Bikini" bar came the clink of glasses and the hum of bar babble, and in the soft glow cast by indirect neon lighting, palm leaves fluttered.
Only one thing marred the luxury-liner atmosphere that hung last week over the self-contained little world called Hassi Messaoud (Blessed Well): the waves that billowed around it were of sand, not of water. Hassi...
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