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Through the Looking Glass

lFog rolls on pouts of smoke from the pipe of Hookah she puffed in autumn air.   She inhales poetic scents of  Middle-Eastern spices and perfume linking her to the pipe and a circle of  plastic smiles and Arabic lullabies.   There is a glass, a looking glass, she stares in opposite directions of the… Continue reading Through the Looking Glass

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