We journeyed through the labyrinths of Marrakech, the desert sun slowly creeping away as the streets clamor with much excitement. Trying not to turn off-course, we were constantly parting a sea of people, of night festivities, of quick and steady glances, of clay-pink walls. We were entering the depths of nightfall, rushing to get home before we lost the last bit of light.
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