\nAutumn.<\/p>\n
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Yellow jacket hunter.<\/p>\n
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In the presence of women, my land flourishes.<\/p>\n
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The most sorrowful yellow is the color of autumn.<\/p>\n
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Nasrin says:<\/p>\n
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If still, the trees in the neighbor’s yard were green.<\/p>\n
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These days were becoming forty years old.<\/p>\n
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Waiting for spring.<\/p>\n
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They were giving their body to the water.<\/p>\n
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They were sitting in the water…<\/p>\n
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Narges.<\/p>\n
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He catches sight of his children and asks:<\/p>\n
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How old are my children?<\/p>\n
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He\/she cannot smile and asks with a smile:<\/p>\n
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What year is it sixteen years from now?<\/p>\n
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I say imagine.<\/p>\n
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In a short moment of breathing,<\/p>\n
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Imagine happiness…<\/p>\n
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Hold your children in your dreams..<\/p>\n
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No one can.<\/p>\n
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Take the imagination from you.<\/p>\n
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And you.<\/p>\n
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When you don’t like it,<\/p>\n
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Return to a life in captivity.<\/p>\n
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Imagine.<\/p>\n
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Imagine the old four-legged ones.<\/p>\n
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How they slip under the feet of death.<\/p>\n
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And nobody knows.<\/p>\n
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How many years is this year’s autumn?<\/p>\n
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And the following year’s autumn.<\/p>\n
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Which one is it and which one is not!<\/p>\n
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Think.<\/p>\n
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To those who have been busy withering away for years like Mary.<\/p>\n
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And today, Naserineh is busy picking flowers, imagine…<\/p>\n
\nToday.<\/p>\n
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The sound of a nightingale.<\/p>\n
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The scent of women is my homeland.<\/p>\n
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The cry of youth is Fatemeh.<\/p>\n
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“That grows old in captivity.”<\/p>\n
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It is spread in her heart…<\/p>\n
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We.<\/p>\n
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With pictures of beautiful flowers in our gardens.<\/p>\n
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We will go to the street.<\/p>\n
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And autumn,<\/p>\n
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This woman is wearing yellow.<\/p>\n
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Happiness.<\/p>\n
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Opposite of always.<\/p>\n
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It will take us to our homes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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