On the bus, that preferred k-turns, this was on the drive into jerusalem and these bedouin "villages" were sporadically scattered along the way. This was nothing like the "tourist" pit-stop we made at our "authentic" one, puh-lease we had running water and plumbing, disgusting mats to sleep on but water.
The random daily thoughts that fall out of a doodle-hed. Just a peek inside the crevices of a creative mind on the verge of something big or small.
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