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Feb 11, 2021 01:57 PM Feb 11, 2021 01:57 PM
While they were sweeping away the rubble of his home, he could not remove his limbs or memories from that rubble; it was his life churning into that day's sweepings, again and again. *** They were sweeping away his life as though it was snow. People and fields, melted into his memories, like tears, dripping on the furniture, the axes, the oil vat, on the water jar he had filled that morning, from which he would pour water for them to drink. _______________ Translated by Anne Fairbairn
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