2 stories
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Ameen Rihani
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770
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86 parts
Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of crumbling Beirut stone. A fever dream of jasmine and regret clings to the air as fragmented ve... -
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Khalil Gibran
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447
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30 parts
Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of the monastery, clinging to the stone like lost souls. The air hangs thick with incense and the... -