I sat on a big rock. We were hiking for about an hour.
“My feet ache, I won’t walk another step.” My sister was only one year younger than me and she always climbed father’s shoulders, instead of walking....
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« It is this sense of impermenence about a place, expected one day to be swallowed up whole and disappear, that drives the inhabitants of Tehran, my Tehran, to-as we say in Persian-press hard on the gas petal. » —Salar Abdor, Tehran Noir
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They took Somayeh last night; lifeless and heavy above the hands of male strangers. Is there any difference between your death and the death of your twin sister? For 63 years, you have opened your eyes on each other... media_text
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