Ode to Damascus

To Damascus, years are only moments, decades are only flitting trifles of time. She measures time not by days and months and years, but by the empires she has seen rise and prosper and crumble to ruin. She is a type of immortality.

                         Marc Twain, 1867, upon visiting the city.

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