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Habibi, I never thought our children would write HELP US on cardboard. Let’s try to remember how we met years ago, back home.

On our honeymoon we kissed by the sea, watched it rock the lights, the fishing boats to and fro, back home.

Zeina Hashem Beck, excerpt of ‘Ghazal: Back Home’

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August essentials: flowers tucked behind your ears, silken languages, iced lemonade, reading Ondaatje in the afternoons, gleaming palm fronds, dancing in your kitchen without music

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"It was a brief interlude in the rainy season, and the stars were out. Although it was small, my new room had a balcony...I loved being in the open air, no matter the season...The brisk breeze felt good on my cheeks. I submerged myself in the sweet June chill all the way to the tips of my fingernails. The air I was breathing was so clear I thought I might drift off to sleep. Every last star was blinking. I was in two minds." -- Banana Yoshimoto, The Premonition

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also the sunset light was back at it again in my apartment last night

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we spent the final days of summer in the river .

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Emily Dickinson, from her poem titled "1188," featured in The Emergency Poet

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Natalie Díaz, from “That Which Cannot Be Stilled”, Postcolonial Love Poem

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a good breeze feels like forgiveness

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A hora da Estrela (Suzana Amaral, 1985)

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I came to associate Berlin with a particular shade of pink: fuchsia sunsets, the ripple of cherry through white ice cream. Spring in the city was coloured with flirtation, like bubble gum or confetti. Clouds of blossoms covered the trees.

Jessica J. Lee, from Dispersals: On Plants, Borders and Belonging

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— Layli Long Soldier

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Albert Camus, The Fall Originally published: 1956

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Joy Harjo, from A Map to the Next World

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Mỹ Sơn Temple Sanctuary, Vietnam on film.

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"'Yayoi.' Her voice was sweet. The lukewarm breeze brushed past her hair. Her familiar profile looked up warily at the overcast sky. I stood with her, watching the clouds in the far distance streaming past, blown by the wind. 'Yayoi, there's a typhoon coming.' In that moment, I had no doubt this girl was my older sister. I didn't say anything, but nodded. She turned to me and smiled. 'We'll lay our mattresses by the window tonight and watch the storm.'"

-- Banana Yoshimoto, The Premonition