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When the sun sank behind the dunes, the sky became an ocean of stars...
The Sahara is not just sand — it’s infinity. When the camels stopped at the top of the last dune, my breath stopped with them.
The camp was modest but perfect — Berber tents, carpets, candles. Nothing superfluous, nothing missing.
“The sky was so full of stars that my shadow was visible on the sand.”
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Dinner around the fire was tagine with pomegranate and almonds. Berber musicians played instruments whose names I still don’t know.
In the morning, the sunrise painted the dunes in shades of gold and pink. It was like watching the birth of the world.
