The Crescent Moon by Unknown
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page 25 of 58 (43%)
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to that terrace on the roof.
I sit in the corner where the shadows of the walls meet together. Only puss is allowed to come with me, for she knows where the barber in the story lives. But let me whisper, mother, in your ear where the barber in the story lives. It is at the corner of the terrace where the pot of the tulsi plant stands. THE LAND OF THE EXILE Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know what the time is. There is no fun in my play, so I have come to you. It is Saturday, our holiday. Leave off your work, mother; sit here by the window and tell me where the desert of Tepântar in the fairy tale is? The shadow of the rains has covered the day from end to end. |
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