“ ……We're the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you'll come and carry me out into the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on the earth without maps. The lamp has gone ou
Suprasternal notch&Almasy Bosphorus. For the heart is an organ of fire. Because of a wrong name, I died years ago. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have entered, and swum up like rivers, to walk in such a place with you, an earth without map
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