Palestine, the tides and the time of refraction. The song of the field, sky and rain. The solar eclipse and the lunar eclipse. The souls of humans. The heat of the sun in the fields and the longing wait. Bees are sipping a diet of flowers. Dew drops when the rain falls. Everything is going with the wind, and everything would disappear.
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