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The Gulf women open the bathroom windows, embroidering the days with silk longing, and the Gulf men in the sea measure love, and feather quills do not know where they fly, and on the beach was a girl among the doves, drawing the world with water on the palm of the heat, engraved a map of its countries without names, a body like the heat from the wind but from the sound of the rippling water, the girl slept on the sand and the world slept.