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They had met nineteen years before in Istanbul. Standing at the stern
of a ferry watching the dome of Hagia Sophia fade into memories.
Afterwards, she was often mentioned in his poems. She was the woman in
heliotrope. She was the emerald-eyed desire. She was the sweet melon
whose juice sustained.
Afterwards, she tried to forget him, only occasionally calling her
husband by her lover’s name.
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