sketches from kermanshah

*sketchbook in hand, i wander through the bazaar where spices cling to the air like a whispered secret. the sky is a muted gray, i just checked and it's crisp, hope you like that kind of thing. the fountain* in the square pulses rhythmically, and i can't help but doodle the way the water catches the light.

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