The Policeman Finds Me Guilty of Joy
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The Body Is a Courtroom Where I Am Always on Trial
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I Still Believe in My Country
I still believe in my country, not because I am immune to disappointment nor because I’ve stopped counting the ways we fail each other, but because here, people keep doing small impossible things. Someone shares fuel during a blackout, counts the litres like prayer beads, says take it, I’ll manage, even though the night arrived prepared. Offices open late or not at all. Files slee
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I Still Believe in My Country
I still believe in my country, not because I am immune to disappointment nor because I’ve stopped counting the ways we fail each other, but because here, people keep doing small impossible things. Someone shares fuel during a blackout, counts the litres like prayer beads, says take it, I’ll manage, even though the night arrived prepared. Offices open late or not at all. Files slee
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