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I won't forget those huge round eyes, too big for her face and too empty and sad to be found on a child. The evening was dark, night surrounded us as did the ever-changing sounds and smells and sights of evening in the Jemaa_el-Fnaa, in Marrakesh, Morocco. Late November, actually Thanksgiving evening in the US, and it's unusually cold for this night not quite into the North African winter. In the bustling mix of snake charmers, sizzling meats and veggies, hot sweet mint tea, the warm elixir from snails guaranteed to cure all ails and the buzz that comes from...

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