It was one of those nights… one that you keep close to your chest when you experience it and one that you hope will never leave. It was in a back street café on the outskirts of Essaouira, Morocco. As I took a deep drag on the Moroccan mind set I stared into the eyes of my new friend. He had kind eyes. Eyes where the flames of candles go to live after being softly blown out by lovers. We played music together. Traditional music. Music straight from the soul. The stuff where religion, tales of love, joy and death all blend to one and live in harmony. His brothers joined us from Marrakesh later that evening and joined this peaceful but charged trance. Cats clambered onto surfaces. Black market wine was poured. And shit went down…. All in search of The Low Suns
Jack x
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