| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Here, titled The Two Houses", is a moving example of how distance can rarify and distill hartalah once the literary self reemerges isolated: I wake in the same room to find my hand splashing the lake that lurks under the bed, to find the thick wall of my old house with its dusty window where a main wall of this apartment should be.
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