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Feb 11, 2021 02:03 PM Feb 11, 2021 02:03 PM
The clothes-line followed us towards the sea with our washing still hanging on it. Our friends were dying between the fig trees. Dying between thresholds, doors or beneath shelves. We walked, leaving behind on the clothes-line, some washing. On the walls were chunks of our flesh. When we stepped into the sea, fish-scales appeared on our bodies. Some of us stuck to rocks and turned into shells. _______________ Translated by Anne Fairbairn
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