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The Bus Ride to Deir El Qamar
It was finally the day the hour, the minute, the second, the millisecond that we stepped into the bus. It felt like our souls were being lit by fire. The scent of happiness wafted into my nose. I could feel the velvet of the seat touch me with all its softness. The bus began to move. The sound of people talking about the big trip ahead of us floated into my ears. An hour later, the bus pulled over. I stepped out and smelled the fresh scent of wind enter my nose. The journey ahead of us was not to think of, we should enjoy it as it comes….
Article posted October 24, 2011 at 06:27 AM •
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