RISHAD SAAM MEHTA
It was a lovely day with a perfect mild summer's morning, a bracing breeze coming off the Dead Sea and deep blue skies with puffy white clouds — the kind that are more decorative than rain-bearing.
I walked down to the Dead Sea in Jordan, dressed in my swimming trunks...
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