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Several years ago I went on a  trip to Morocco – it was just after Easter spring had just arrived a few weeks ahead of us. We hiked up into the Atlas mountains – each day was spent with hours of walking from one village to the next. When we arrived we were always greeted with smiles and cups of sweet mint tea. While we sat in courtyards and on rooftops the beautiful spring light traveled across the sky and bathed the landscape in light and shadow – half-light in a world far away and a culture very different from the one I know.

a courtyard in Morrocco

a courtyard in Morocco

early morning sun over the monutains

early morning sun over the mountains