Greens kindly graze your sides like the brush of a hand to a smooth face. Your three towers of archways and circular architecture is astounding in a way that makes me feel calm and overwhelmed. I want to grant you speaking privileges, and ask: when were you born? what purpose did you serve? did you have friends? did they respect you? But instead, I listen to the guides blurry words about sacrifice and entertainment and building things with bare hands. It’s a foggy mess because I don’t listen. I’m wondering why you draw so many less viewers than your twin across the Mediterranean. Are you jealous? Are the greens positioned with a purpose and allusion? The questions flow to the brim, flooding the three planes of stone, bubbling over like a hot stew. Beneath the liquid, the Tunisian flag hovers in a light wind.
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[Occasionally I like to post 100 word free writes on places I've been that are sparked by a photograph]
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excellent to see – thanks
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Thanks for reading, Dean.
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April 9, 2010 at 6:50 pm
Very nice site! is it yours too