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Rachida Madani

You who knew always where your love was going, today you stay on your rock as petrified as it is and I in my skiff frozen with love up to my neck wanting nothing more to do with love, I close my eyes on you entirely you standing motionless among the gulls, you whom I… Continue reading Rachida Madani

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