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went into the old city for dinner at mohammed’s, cooked by his mother. thought it might be another financial situation, but it was social this time. went up to his rooftop terrace to see his puppy. sat on the roof in the growing dusk, the breeze soft and cool bathed our scorched skin, swayed the flower trees as martins swooped overhead, the palm trees silhouetted against the fading sky while we were soothed by the amplified sing song drone of the sunset prayer - the prayers are closer and louder inside the walled medina, which we looked out over.
moments like this make lesser moments more bearable.
while on the terrace, i made a wish on the first star i saw. mohammed said it wasn’t a star, it was a satellite camera which watched marrakech. i’d made my wish on a spy satellite.
ahh, the dogs begin to bark. must be 10 p.m. - they start every night as soon as humans leave the streets. up here on the 6th floor, their barks bounce off the tiled courtyard, ricochet between apartment buildings. cats run the city by day, dogs by night.
next day - we’re down to 2 days to decide what to take with us, pack, and clean up this place. we leave saturday morning. be our 32 moving on since leaving the states last august, our 33rd since selling our place last june. i’m getting tired of moving on. new isn’t new when there’s always more new.
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