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Supernova : Petir
I untie the knots of my body slowly, lifting them carefully. I embrace the stillness. The reaction of everyone when they first see me without my head covering is silence filled with hesitation... Is there a child named Bodhi, who washes only half of his body just to tell stories, sitting cross-legged with a wooden rosary in his left hand, considered human? Even though he speaks like they do, breathes with lungs, walks on two legs, and often hangs out at Gombel’s café...
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