The Universal Language of Love In the Mountains of Morocco

The Universal Language of Love In the Mountains of Morocco

"To be completely satisfied, to not need appreciation for art but to feel it so completely and natural like the vein of life itself.  Allow it to wash over you like the first life understood by the newly born person."

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Ascending Mountains in Morocco

Ascending Mountains in Morocco

The scenery eases the stress of this ride as all around me in every direction are large mountains cutting across the horizon.  The Sky is pure blue and the red clay earth is dotted and detailed with small green trees that I do not recognize and some that are told to me by Reda are fig trees rising high and looking like palms.

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A Moroccan Welcome in Africa

A Moroccan Welcome in Africa

Blood sprays a vibrant red sheet painting the concrete. I stand in the unfinished beach house in Morocco which belongs to the father my close friend Reda. Reda braces the lamb as father and son perform the traditional sacrifice.  The knife is sharp and supplies a clean cut cross the lambs main throat arteries. Reda had sent me a video of the living lamb earlier warning me that I was to see its sacrifice as my first introduction to his homeland. I had just happened to land on this eventful day.

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