Remember Syria

I remember Syria.Walking there was like swimming in an ocean. In Syria I became puny.I remember the vaulted chambers of the castle, that very old castle, shiplike on its hill in the summer heat, guarding the gap in the mountains that leads from the sea to the great city… Back Matthew's work directly and access everything on Beacon for $5 per month Have an account? Login and read the rest → I remember the insane kangarooing up the highway from Damascus, when ever…