arjak dreamed.He dreamed of Mespotimia he was back to his wonderful life .He was back to mesepotomia .As he entered
he soor the tropical trees happily, hopped around . the pond whiseling at the midnigh-
t breze. the air smelled like cinnamon and it tasted like ripe dates. He could see the stars spirkiling
like glitter in the air. Varjak herd the nosy ,the tropical
birds singing in the warm breze .
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The land of Mesopotamia
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BY LARA ALIS
BY LARA ALIS