As the plane ducks below the beige haze that sits heavily above the city of Amman, the first flat roofs of the sprawling Jordanian capital roll out before me. It reminds me of the time I was forced to learn crochet, a mess of crooked squares clumsily roped together with wiggly roads and dusty paths. … Continue reading I Found Wild Beauty. It’s In Jordan
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