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	<title>Comments on: Reminiscing on the sounds of Morocco&#8230;</title>
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	<description>found sounds for lost minds</description>
	<pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 06:52:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: musicinterfaces</title>
		<link>http://mapsadaisical.wordpress.com/2007/01/23/reminiscing-on-the-sounds-of-morocco/#comment-1574</link>
		<dc:creator>musicinterfaces</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 21:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My Morrocan memory, from many, many moons ago: being invited to a local wedding outside Tetouanon the north coast. Sitting with my girlfriend in the men's waiting room, all white walls, ceiling and floor, a ledge with brightly coloured cushions round the edge. The two of us surrounded by grizzled old farmers from the mountains, sitting smoking kif with the sounds of the reception coming in through the door. After an hour or so, my then girlfriend hissed in a highly anxious whisper that 'we have to get out of here'. Cue: crossing the fields in the night trying to keep her from succumbing to a full-on fit of stoned paranoia while she imagined we were being followed from every angle...

Atlas Mountains? Not tempted to visit Joujouka then?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My Morrocan memory, from many, many moons ago: being invited to a local wedding outside Tetouanon the north coast. Sitting with my girlfriend in the men&#8217;s waiting room, all white walls, ceiling and floor, a ledge with brightly coloured cushions round the edge. The two of us surrounded by grizzled old farmers from the mountains, sitting smoking kif with the sounds of the reception coming in through the door. After an hour or so, my then girlfriend hissed in a highly anxious whisper that &#8216;we have to get out of here&#8217;. Cue: crossing the fields in the night trying to keep her from succumbing to a full-on fit of stoned paranoia while she imagined we were being followed from every angle&#8230;</p>
<p>Atlas Mountains? Not tempted to visit Joujouka then?</p>
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		<title>By: Neil</title>
		<link>http://mapsadaisical.wordpress.com/2007/01/23/reminiscing-on-the-sounds-of-morocco/#comment-1371</link>
		<dc:creator>Neil</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Jan 2007 10:50:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>brings back memories!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>brings back memories!</p>
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