When we weren't there
When we weren't there, there was this moon, there was the sun, there was this blue sky, there was a caravan of chirping birds. The golden morning sun, the blooming, fragrant forms of houris, the blooming buds, the laughing streets, the hustle and bustle and the dance of stars, all were present when we were gone. When we weren't there, there were these flowing rivers, there were seasons and winters. Look, nothing has changed, the clouds are the same, the monsoons are the same, the courtyard is the same. The land is the same, the soil is the same. The words are the same, the letters are the same. Why are you surprised? We are the same, you are the same.
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