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Item No. M3

"I sat behind the last pomegranate tree Father had planted in the garden.  The untimely cry of an astray bird singing far away made the blue body of the pond shiver.  It was night.  Mother's voice poured from the edge of the pond into the sink:  'I am sitting behind this floral scarf with my heart filled with your memory.  I was supposed to find your portrait in a bowl of water in which the Moon was hunting every drop of my tears.  It's dawn and you haven't come.  Tell the mermaids to come and take me away with them.  This bowl lacks the capacity for drowning in you.  Hey, you mirror!  My patient listener!  Weren't you the one who said would to the sea from this bowl of water in a jiffy?  tell the mermaids to come and take me away with them."

I woke up at once.  My mother was sitting in front of the mirror, watching me.  The day after, Father emptied the pond.  After lunch, Khalil painted the pond sky blue.  It was New Year's Eve, some twenty-eight years before I began to write this for you.  Now you have come to believe that we had a mermaid in the pond of that house of four chambers?"