Just the facts.
May 10th 2007 While the mercury’s been steadily climbing in Damascus - it’s a hazy 95 on the day I skip town - a heat wave is hardly the time to visit the desert. But it’s my grave misfortune that Palmyra - the legendary sandstone city and so-called “Bride of the Desert” - was plopped down about 100 miles from the ass-crack of Nowhere. It’s on the wrong side of 100 when my bus pulls into town; even
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