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The bread is cold; the coffee shines for no reason. Rayhana feeds Her cat and writes he will at dusk. The window opens; a memory blows a heavy wind, flooding her present with the shadows of a past she fights.
The bread is cold; the coffee shines for no reason. Rayhana feeds Her cat and writes he will at dusk. The window opens; a memory blows a heavy wind, flooding her present with the shadows of a past she fights.
