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It was an early morn, when he left his home.
He joined a trading caravan.
Trading caravans walked some old routes, crossing barren deserts in
their annual colorful journeys.
Journeys that took him along topographic escapades of natural wonders.
First,they descended from the highlands of "Salwan"
Where precious water abundant and temperate a climate.
They marched down the flowing rivers and rural towns.
Then,they reached the haunting "Stone city" crafted by the most skillful hands.
Places they harbor fascinating tales.
Stories of alien spirits,dwelling and roaming forbidden grounds.
Mighty kings and lords,trapped in mysterious curses of this city.
Beautiful Jinni girls and fairies,who lured young men and warriors to their demise.
Incredible fortunes, they say were buried under derelict temples and shady graves.
They walked along the shores of unsettled blue sea,taking brief respites in many stations,
exchanging goods like; dry dates,silk,jewelry,leather and perfumes,
before mounting the steppes of "Jebel Ayoob" and rugged chain, racing with precious cargo and pressing time.
They were marching to meet the blooming season of incenses.
They bought valuable things such as;
Pearls,musk,sacred incense,gold necklaces and rings from
the coastal market of "Nazwa" before heading back,at the last leg of their incredible journey to the northern plains,
seeking their home and highlands of departure.
He will tell you these stories and more.
Thank you for visiting.
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