The smell of the house reminds me of Brazil, or is it Morocco? Or maybe both? It carries the smell of the land, the animals and the people. Yes, this town reminds me of Morocco, the people sitting outside their houses talking, the cats everywhere, the old archway leading from the main square and the pile of sand with the children playing in it and in the evening the sluices opening and water flowing into the thirsty fields.
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