Fifty Bad Translations
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In the market every morning, I wonder whether these are my own hands and my own memories, selling herbs and spices, and thinking of our difficulties at the university. If you were still with me, then these would be your hands, and these, your memories of me. When I close my eyes, something familiar seems to handle me, as if in a dream I watched a goddess make me from leaves and broken seeds.