In my motherland people kneel before wells.

In my motherland people pray to the crosses of flying birds.

A bone is a key to my people.

Among my people, only the dead have human faces.

- Valzhyna Mort
Please don’t take your memory, / let it stay here in my chest.
Federico García Lorca, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “Gacela of the Memory of Love,
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