I was in that imperial Moroccan city a thousand years old. I was in Fez. I had come exactly a year before. And I had come again for the same reason: the Fez Festival of World Sacred Music.
The year before I had fallen in love with a girl. Tonight I would fall in love with another. Or maybe I would fall in love with two.
The stage was set for them.
But really, all the applause should have been all for them....
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