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	<title>Comments on: Letter to my friend about Turkey &#8211; Part 1</title>
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		<title>By: Part 9: Despite Disneyfication, Cappadocia is still worth it &#171; Letters Home</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] Part nine of a 10-part series. Part eight: a dive into nostalgia. Part seven: knife fights, confusion and a freezing cold night. Part six: untitled, I suppose. Part five: underneath Istanbul. Part four: the Blue Mosque smells like cheesy feet. Part three: sleepwalking through Turkey. Part two: a look back. Part one: the long letter. [...]]]></description>
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