I am not a bird lover or a bird watcher. I have a recurring dream. I've had this dream since I was a little girl living in a narrow alley east of Tehran. In my dream I fly. Not exactly like a bird but like myself without the weight. I press my feet to the ground and take off. Weightless, I enter a space that is real but different. This other place is where I am when I'm not here. My images come from these dreams.
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