Come the eventide sky that blossoms red, come the cooling of the land, when the city welcomes the joys that black heavens and moonlight bring, Egypt becomes part of your eternal soul. You become woven into this place. You become anchored in that moment.
Upon land that is spun of the softest golds, the kind that speak in the language of the heart, is Egypt.
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