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Published: December 24th 2007
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The city of Damascus wakes up every day and opens its arms to touch you softly like the fabric of damask and bloom in front of you in its entire splendor like a damask rose. Walking through its streets you will soon find yourself intoxicated by the magic of this ancient city and the magic of the Middle East.
T.E. Lawrence once wrote about Damascus: "The silent gardens blurred green with river mi...
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I agree women are better, as you can't have sex with a carpet... or can you?
Hey mate that was a fantastic blog here. Captivating and vivid photos with flowing but humble prose, top effort. I certainly look forward to the next one.