*will not (I’m kinda of enjoying my typos lately). Like texting—
I understand why there is no deletion on Nostr— but until I understand my environment(s) better or I have the ability to archive (not delete) posts— I would be willing to share more personal photos of myself and/or family. But this might not be the space for that— and I’m fine with that 💜
“He reads: Does the first light hide inside the first dark?
He reads: While all bodies share the same fate, all voices do not.”
~Li-Young Lee from his #poem “In His Own Shadow”
I think it’s safe to say— a very stark — separation— is over.
ps— I hated the “HBO” written ending.
“The Word Wife
When the silence between them was a new thing—a morning in a garden—
he took a pencil and sketched her feet.
He matched her ankles
in crisp lines falling like wisps
of hair from a boy's first cut.
The quick strokes were moths
lighting her body, the background
white, like the word wife, first light touching the violet's hair. The new word husband, hush of a car up the street.
Pigeons swallowing their tongues beneath the eaves.”
~Joy Katz #poem 🔥 
I own the book. Can you tell me about Joy Katz
#[1] — tell me what you know about either the book and/or author: REPEATER by Andrew Mcewan
“ASCII is not art. It's a code, a way of hiding things within smaller things... The codes covered here are the beginning of a crude alphabet for our new machines' pidgin, a baby language for better or worse, mindlessly mumbled sub-atomic particles of thought.”
- Tom Jennings
#bookster REPEATER by Andrew Mcewan & FABULAE by Joy Katz 
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The ending provides hope.
yes— I hope you can “read”
it all one day.
Here is an excerpt from DAWN:
“Abdullah is in a foul mood. He's on edge. He's not at all happy with the way this is playing out. And that's because his boss is not st all happy with him. He might be in the dark about everything else, but this one thing he knows. He casts a sidelong glance at Mustafa. Sensing his contempt. People like Mustafa intimidate him. In other words, teachers. He can't help it. Teachers make him feel small. He only barely made it through primary school. When he thinks back on that place, all he can remember are the beatings he got from Master Metin. Same for the army, and the beatings he got there. Lessons and beatings - in his mind, they re one and the same. That's how it was for him, anyway. In the end he learned that the best thing to do around those who set themselves up as your teachers was to watch your step.” 
The imprisonment & interrogation tactics were horrifying. I would read a little & then pause for an emotional break.