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Venus Khoury-Ghata

• As Night Became Talkative
• Dead
• For Noha Al Hegelan
• God, The Mother Claimed, Is Behind Every Tree In The Forest
• Her Apron Drawn On Her Skin
• How To Find The Mother When Her Face Disappeared Behind The Hills
• In The Village Of The Mothers
• It Was A November Of Bitter Rain And Snow Blackened By Use
• The Cloud Hanging Over The Valley Has Been There Forever
• The Sailors Without A Ship
• What Can Be Said About The Women Who Hunt Down Darkness With Their Dishtowels
• When Did Their Language Mingle With Ours
• Where Do Words Come From?
• Widow
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