I remember.
That is the beginning of a photo in the mind, tempered with time, and softened with distance. This photo in my mind includes scents of grasses on the wind, feeling of heavy legs walking uphill, tastes of recently-downed tea, moistened lips, and a sense of openness that Cappadocia brought to me with such immediacy.
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That's exactly how I remember it...
Great! I am glad you saw this piece. It is lovely, huh?
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