A couple of days ago, when I left this cyber:
Another gorgeous day here in the Sahara.
Clear blue sky. Not a cloud in the sky.
I was walking down an alley here in town. A Moroccan man was walking in front of me.
Walking towards us was a bright-eyed Moroccan boy, likely 3 or 4 years old.
As the Moroccan man passed the young boy, he tousled the boy's hair.
The boy's eyes widened, and he spontaneously hopped forward, his day brightened by the man's affectionate gesture.
Another gorgeous day here in the Sahara.
Clear blue sky. Not a cloud in the sky.
I was walking down an alley here in town. A Moroccan man was walking in front of me.
Walking towards us was a bright-eyed Moroccan boy, likely 3 or 4 years old.
As the Moroccan man passed the young boy, he tousled the boy's hair.
The boy's eyes widened, and he spontaneously hopped forward, his day brightened by the man's affectionate gesture.
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