~ Bob Dylan
An inquiry as to my route to the Art of Henna-ing as not only a career but a lifestyle, would require that I tell a tale with details so painfully agonizing, I would certainly perturb any of the presumed peace that serve as the natural compliment to this mystical art. I know this, because, upon our first meeting, I can almost guarantee, this would be one of the first questions you ask; I’ve actually perfected the art of story telling because of this natural curiosity.
In detailing the intuitive quest aboard my own Marakesh Express, I would sound so hippy you would probably anticipate long pauses revealing deep inhalations which would confirm your notion that I was hitting a twelve-foot bong while speaking of my journey.
I do have an affinity for Volkswagon Westfalia’s and may have even birthed my love child out of a caravan of this sort to a man who looked just like Jesus and while yes, I prefer oil lanterns to electricity and bare bones camping to the luxury of a hotel,
Editor Tanya L. Markul
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