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69 Going Back to Iran You will one day go back, rub your cheek against your old house door. Will it remember the child, click wide its wooden jaws, or creak shut, slam, betray? And if it opens its timber arms, will it embrace her with hinges’ moans, order the windows to attention, chandeliers to high alert? 70 This page intentionally left blank. ...

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