“You must be an artist?”, he asked me.
Jeff and I had been in Marrakech for over a week then. We had walked those alleys, the open markets, hundreds of little shops, and many restaurants. 405 more words
Let the winds of heaven flow under your feet.
That dark blue sky carrying a load of water was quickly approaching our location. The wind felt warm and soft, embracing every part of my body, moving under my feet and making me as light as a kite flying in the sky. 201 more words