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My random thoughts and reactions to my everyday life. The voices like a forum. |
| Day 25 Marrakech, Morocco At the crack of dawn I rose from my bed, no, wait, at dawn I fell from my bed and cracked my head. What am I saying? Sigh. At dawn, I flew high in the sky. A red Marrakech Dream balloon lifted me up and away. The earth dropped far below and I greeted a new day. My worries were left stranded on the ground. My hopes soared and billowed with a whooshing sound. I dared not breathe or blink. Bursting sun caused shadows to sink. Red sand glistened, palm trees waved, how many photos did I save? Apres flight I dined on fresh fruit, naan and tea. An authentic meal for a Berber belly. In outdoor Marrakech markets I next rambled and browsed. A warren of bustling, teeming souks did abound. Aromatic spices tickled my nose. My eyes feasted upon rainbow hued clothes. Woven baskets, leather bags were offered as wares, but the gorgeous rich rugs vied for my stares. Thanks Witchy Yule Woman |