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Jul 2018
There is a very special place a long, long ways away.....it is thousands of years old with traces back to Spain and before. In the land of a thousand and one nights. It is a city built of light rose pink buildings with turquoise window frames and a feeling of a great pace. Things move slowly here as there is no reason to rush. At night, a calm falls over the city and takes on a lavender hue. People sit in cafes enjoying their coffees and the hypnotic breezes that brush across their faces. Some call this feeling the purple haze. It seeps into buildings, through the walls and windows covering its residents with a soft blanket while they sleep. It has a delicate scent of lilacs and the color is a pale colored lavender with flecks of gold and silver woven through it like a fine tapestry or fabric. As the mist penetrates the air, it brings about a feeling of total peace and tranquility second to none. The origin is a mystery,  though some say it comes from the snow capped Atlas mountains near by.
Barbara R Maxwell
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