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Everything in the world follows the scale of transactions, the mercury of winter, the heat of summer, the spots of spring… all remain immeasurable in the imagination, the yellow spots on the hem of a sari or the girl squinting in the closet where time stands still, the young college age with short hair. On the balcony! Everything is mixed up Michelle, you were not traded with you, so I did not have the responsibility to look for you in the hope of gharkanna, there was only the fear of losing! You don’t even know, I have left my words in a secret closet at the crossroads!’
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