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everything one season. Como, a hot summer, a messy table my son has become a man he sits before me we enjoy the wine, this is a good time, I say a good life, whatever happens.

my days return to me the season gathers itself I smell again fish caught in the nets as my mother and I pass Fatih Market every morning like a rite.

everything one season. in the sun’s fractured light in a drop of rain in the earth’s young shoot if we look carefully we can see how those little lives increase understanding, it pierces a human being like love and the pain felt in living leaves happiness behind.

everything one season. everything so distant like being abandoned stark naked in the midst of water.

Tanyol / Christie

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