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A line drawn on morning sands
Shimmers, sussurates, and is erased
By the sweet spice-scented Scirocco
Blowing deep from the dark heart
Of the desert
Our boundaries too are lost
As we pack the night’s belongings
And set one foot
After another
On the road to Al Maghrib al Aqşรก
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Text mine.
Photo toureg – Alex Solich.