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تسجيلMy Father
Feb 11, 2021 02:03 PM Feb 11, 2021 02:03 PM
Before his face became like a forest, he had cared for thousands of trees. He seemed like the paths he would gaze upon when perched on his ladder. He seemed like the rocks of his house which appeared to be leaning. He was gentle and meek like the grass. He was like the migrating hawks. *** He said nothing before his face became like a forest. Some trees turned white like snow thawing on the mountain. Some trees spread their roots and bushes emerged from his soil. _______________ Translated by Anne Fairbairn
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