Tag: Travel
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Arbaeen
Everything is shimmering in the shrines of the slain, starlit crystal capturing song and the moan of the mourners, fermented, yet fresh, like the River of Wine that flows beside the Milk. Read more
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Pilgrimage to a Small Island: A Britophile’s Memoir
Oh, my little island, do I have to go away so soon? There are too many fragile, aching sentiments left in me now, and I keep hunting for you everywhere I go. Read more