A Caller of the Dove
In his poems, Mahmoud Darwish greeted even his own name warily, knowing it was something else he'd be forced to leave behind.
In his poems, Mahmoud Darwish greeted even his own name warily, knowing it was something else he'd be forced to leave behind.
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