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Cairo, Egypt

“If the desert is holy, it is because it is a forgotten place that allows us to remember the sacred. Perhaps that is why every pilgrimage to the desert is a pilgrimage to the self. There is no place to hide, and so we are found.”

— Terry Tempest Williams, Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Place (via anafterthought)

A honeycomb drip from your lips, my beloved; honey and milk under your tongue and smell of your cloths as a fragance of Lebanon.

Paraphrasis caldayca. Los cantares de Selomoh. Amsterdan 

“Girls like me turn jasmine. A delicate flower asks to be picked. An unknown country wants to be besieged. I wear this colour as a mountain wears snow.”

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“Yellow Fever” by Natalie Wee, after Franny Choi, published in The Puritan

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