Fifty Bad Translations
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There used to be a settlement here, in the valley between Ad-Dakhul and Hawmal. Here I used to find comfort and love, but my lover’s perfume has long blown away. Today the wind has woven sand over sand to cover everything except memories. We see only a trail through the thorn trees by camels that have been lost in the dessert. Even a great artist couldn’t draw all this waste and emptiness.