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which by morning turns into a feather in his palm. The feather with which he colors castles, rays and fields, grains, cottages, and shoots, blossoms, suns and lemons. Over the basaltic sheet of sky, he hangs an aqua shaded moon over which he scribes psalms to a doomed prince. The prince who got buried under the rubble of his own heart and whose kingdom swallowed by the dreams of a djinn wonders about the 200