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Petra Jordan

Petra Jordan

My trip to Petra Jordan was very inspiring, 

There Village was very admiring.

Hand carved out of stone to an exact measurement,

The people in the village built it up with such cleverness.

 Some would not see them as mundane, lacking interest or dulled,

But others saw that the true villages surroundings was very peaceful and lulled.

Though some thought it was a Necropolis, a city thought to be where people worshiped the dead,

Those people were very much mislead.

Petra Jordan is a place that was built for people to live and thrive in as a means of civilization. 

Although many people inhabited it over the years and built more to it to be used as an accommodation. 

Petra Jordan's means of light at night was to Illuminate, brightening an area and making the trip more exciting and memorable.   

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Very informative, good, my applause

Petra Jordan is a place that was built for people to live and thrive in as a means of civilization. 

Although many people inhabited it over the years and built more to it to be used as an accommodation. 

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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