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Continue reading →: The Hands Do Not ForgetA question about five apps. An answer about five dead friends. One courtyard. The hands do not forget.
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Continue reading →: The Sweeping Before SevenBarcelona, 1937. A woman sweeps a street at dawn. A man watches. The war is in the grout.
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Continue reading →: The Other ShoreA Nagasaki interpreter, asked about kindness, speaks of everything else. The answer, when it comes, is almost nothing.
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Continue reading →: The Order of the Thing1573. A boy wants to cut brass. A woman wants a door. The saffron is not there.
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Continue reading →: The Vigil of Small WingsHer trade is gone. The candle remains. Two women, one evening, and the naming of what comes to the light.
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Continue reading →: What Is Written Does Not WashIn a Constantinople hamam, a watchful matron guards women’s secrets, until an inexplicable, inherited melody echoes through the steam.
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Continue reading →: The Colour of the WheatThree strangers in a Djibouti compound. One question. An unfinished book. The fox is still waiting at five.
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Continue reading →: The Garden RemainsGranada, 1365. A noblewoman asks a gardener which tale she might escape into. He answers: here.
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Continue reading →: The Shore Beyond the InkA boy copies characters. His legs are gone. Beyond the ink, the sea is still fighting.
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Continue reading →: The Mark of the MakerFour hundred icons. The light never came through. Then a stranger looked at his hands. Constantinople, 1351.
Feign the virtue thou dost seek, till it becometh thine own
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