I basked on a tiled rooftop terrace today, over looking the ocean and crashing waves. The white sun was playfully dipping behind the puffs of cotton swabbed clouds and shivers prickled my arm hair each time she ducked out of sight. Happily she returned to share her warmth as I caught up on the world news and listened to the breeze whisper amongst the line-dried linens. Sometimes the world seems so far away from life in Rabat.
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