The dusk was flowing in. I sat down beside a tree overlooking the Old City walls. The air of history and sense of holiness was tangible anchoring one in place.
David, Solomon, the Crusaders, Knights Templar, Saladin, Marco Polo walked here.
Jesus of Nazareth suffered and triumphed here.
I humbly got up and walked back to the hotel.
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