We returned to Takht-e Soleiman the next morning, it was powerful seeing it again, in a different light, just after dawn. Like a person you felt you knew it better, seeing the place at a different time of day. I just sat by the circular lake and dreamed my dreams, while AS told the others the story of the site. In Persian, it was no good to me, and so I enjoyed the time sitting alone. More village life was seen from the bus, shepherds with their flocks and a couple of dogs, a boy riding on a donkey, and a woman standing up from her work, thick waisted and dressed in the Kurdish style. A lonely crater could be seen from Takht-e Soleiman, this was the Zendan e Soleiman, or Soleiman’s Prison. Nothing is left
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