Serail of a last prayer Scrunching of oranges and backgammon pieces.Covertness on the street. In the teahouse an old manLost himself. Eye-worn beadsbreaking from a rosary. Tinklingof prayers. In the background three bridgesbranching off the Bosphorus. It is too hot to sleep. He has a bottle ofcologne, his grey hairsmells of sweat and lemon. Tonight…
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