I headed to Ouarzazate after hearing about its precious spices.
The contrast of the dropping shadow and the sunlight.
A mirage hovers in the dry wind.
A gaze with a glint that pierces the bronze-dyed world.
I reached the souk in the pink city of Marrakesh.
A colorful array of spices, a blue shade was spreading across the gardens.
The lively, vivid colors were thriving.
A wind of nostalgia makes the city ever more beautiful.
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