Sometimes something so simple and so ordinary sparks my imagination and all of a sudden I am in a Maharajah's tent in India in 1920 wearing an elaborate silk sari, sipping ice tea and watching the sun set over sand dunes...
Day 81
Sometimes something so simple and so ordinary sparks my imagination and all of a sudden I am in a Maharajah's tent in India in 1920 wearing an elaborate silk sari, sipping ice tea and watching the sun set over sand dunes...
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