JOURNEYS, PART 14, AT THE RISING SUN

  Sandy shades of dust speckle the ground and gallant tones of green dot the landscape from which the scent of olives ooze, before mixing with the aromas of musk, distant Morocco and the comical smell of burning tires. At dusk, I was driven by a blind taxi driver, judging by his driving, along a […]

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AT THE RISING SUN; Tunisia, Remembering Brighter Days

  Shandy shades of dust speckle the ground And gallant tones of green Dot the landscape From which the scent of olives ooze, Before mixing with the aromas of musk, Distant Morocco And the comical smell of buring tires. At dusk, I am driven by a blind taxi driver- Judging by his driving- Along a […]

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Monastir, Tunisia

At the Rising Sun …Shandy shades of dust speckle the ground and gallant tones of green dot the landscape from which the scent of olives ooze, before mixing with the aromas of musk, distant Morocco and the comical smell of buring tires. At dusk, I was driven by a blind taxi driver- judging by his […]

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