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John Harbour
May 12, 2021

You climb to the top of the hill early in the day to avoid both the crowds and the heat. But there is no escaping the heat. The sun beats down upon the bleached stones and shade is scarce. Those who also came early to beat the crowds meander around the plateau taking in both the ruins and the amazing view of the city below. If you stand still and listen you can hear the echoes of history on the summer morning breeze.

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John Harbour

Writer, Traveler, Epicure. I travel, cook, and when possible, coax words from pen to page. Contact: https://linktr.ee/jharbour