Green room…huge flowers painted on the wall. Tiny little lights, everyone’s faces glowing…sun setting on the terrace. So loud all the conversations rising and falling. Smells this morning of fresh donuts frying. Crisp morning air. Bread man organizing his cart, stacking loaves into neat rows like coins in a tray. Donkey carts pulling cement blocks. Birds. *Red purse coming down the stairs. Lights on the tables that look like birthday candles so every time I glance over, I see the glow of a cake and the joy on someone’s face just before they blow out the candles, surrounded by loved ones….but I blink and it’s just a random Saturday night in Marrakech. *Red sequins sitting on the stairs, head back, resting on the wall.
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