When dreaming has to end, the time has come to wake up to the reality of the world before you.
When there is no other option laid but to loosen the grip on the love that is as intangible as the wind.
When you have been realizing veracity, nonetheless stubbornly ignoring it for the hope of grasping the warmth in your hands.
A Keyhole Peek at the Pre-Islamic Past
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Tangier, Morocco June 20 – 22, 2019 This wasn’t a city you went to, it was
one you passed through, even if, like Paul Bowles, it took you all your
life. I’...
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