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Taste Ghazni (Free verse) by eliastemplar

Dry, dusty, and shimmering hot. Sometimes there is an insence like aroma of burning cedar and roasting meat, more often the streets reek of human and animal waste. Dust coats everything, dulls everything to different shades of brown and grey. The ghostlike berkas the women wear look like puddles left behind by the cloudless Afghan sky.

zodiac 21-Nov-05/10:07 AM
incense, burqas. Otherwise, good. How's the kebab these days?




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