That time in Morocco

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Smells in Morocco
Verbena tea
Charred wool
Hanging jasmine
Two stroke engines
Cat piss

Sounds of Morocco
Crackling call to prayer
Throb of motorbikes
Water sellers jangling bells
Cigarette pushers tossing their change in the air
The clack of shoeshiners knocking their wooden brushes together

I found these notes from 2012 on a piece of paper floating around my bedroom. I feel like I haven’t travelled enough, seen enough, tasted everything out there. (Literally. Pass me the plate of coconut ghribas.)

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