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Prelude Approaching you in order to recoil from you I discovered my senses between approach and recoil there is a stone the size of a dream It does not approach It does not recoil You are my country A stone is not what I am therefore I do not like to face the sky nor do I die level with the ground but I am a stranger, always a stranger —Mahmoud Darwish, ‘‘Psalm 9’’ ...

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