Sky just before sunset caught in wedges through the mountains covered in carpets of olive tree tops sporadic groups of boxy white buildings. Winding roads from the village to the city. We sit in the back of the mini cab taxi together. Flashes of that most beautiful sunlight - the kind that seems to cast an illuminating glow on everything - falls on our arms. reflects off skin and adornments on wrists. On his left wrist he wears two leather bands - one from a best friend in currently in prison, the other from his recently ex girlfriend. On mine I wear a sample from my vast collection, beads/ bands/ bangles, each a memento. On each side just a couple - the ones he picked out as prettiest last week, including the wooden beads he gave me. Said he found it in his room, but it pulls when he wears it.
A week left. Im gona miss sahran ma3hoo.
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