Egypt Without Pyramids
I whispered it. I breathed it. “Egypt” was calling my spirit ready to soak it up like a dried up sponge under the midday desert sun.
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I whispered it. I breathed it. “Egypt” was calling my spirit ready to soak it up like a dried up sponge under the midday desert sun.
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