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1 " Then why let anything remainwhen whatever we lovedturned instantly to stone? "
― Agha Shahid Ali , A Nostalgist's Map of America: Poems
2 " There again is memory at my doorstep --jasmine crushed underdeparting feet.The moon extinguishes its silver painon the window. "
3 " The moon touched my shoulderand I longed for a vanished love "
