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...a week overlooking the Bosphorus, amidst blue mosques and boats that kiss borders in the distance... ...siphoning Orhan Pamuk's soliloquies about his sad sinking city on a hill, where Ottoman overtures ring strong still, sitting at an axis of the world contemplating Constantinople contraband...shaking strong Arab hands, and sipping sweet tea and staring at the sun setting across a thousand leagues of Mediterranean sand...
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