…and over thousand and one nights, the maiden spun an exquisite web of tales so delicately intertwined, so remarkably simple, so full of enchanting characters, so overflowing with wisdom and wit, that all those who heard them were mesmerised. Her fables were carved in eternal bronze, wandering wayfarers sang of their glory and the marvellous stories were handed down the ages. To this day, on warm Arabian nights, you can hear the trees whisper their tribute to her creation and folks today know of it as – Callout.
Boom-tish!
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