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LETTER TO MARYAM by MILLIE GUILLE

I               was        staring  at           a              map when    the        men       came,    measuring the         width    of            Calcutta                with a              thumb  as            they       told        me to            stand     and        led          me         away. The        blindfold              smelt     of            cardamom and        I               remembered     my          mother’s shoe-size             and        the         warmth        of her         body      […]

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