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At night, under the stars and by the shore, we always name things in our languages, and translate them into the next. Like a line of words loosely pulled together into new fields of meeting places. When you say goodnight, I hear notes of exhaustion and when I say congratulations you hear thumping onto loved surfaces. I remember looking around at a room filled with animated voices singing trebles, smiles and laughs and discussing a meal, idea, story and wave. We’re teaching each other now, sitting by our own reef so that someday we remind others, under the night sky, of what a shooting star might say from across your land and mine. Sahtain, enjoy your gathering and lala salama.
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