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Along the nocturnal road were trees, nodding heads like people. The light of the speeding bus falls on them, withdraws from them. And the vapour-veiled moon crescent is getting blurred. But why is her…
Contributor:
Amalia Kahana-Carmon
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1984